Trapped in a world,

I don’t understand.

Isolated, looking afar,

what are they talking about?

Are they talking about me,

making fun of me?

It seems paranoid,

yet understand me;

it’s not as if i get it,

the snickering and bickering,

the idiotic smiles,

the seemingly debating words.

But still it’s the world I’m in,

my daily frustrating scene,

that makes me wish —

earnestly ask the heavens,

for subtitles.

I Listen, You Can Share Your Thoughts With Me