Sad Old Me Poem by Sandra van Coppenhagen

i find it sad sometimes
-how i simply exclude myself from human emotion
conversations all around
friendly, enough, faces
and yet i find myself in a corner
simply watching
wondering why i do it
why i hide myself away?
i guess i'm scared i'll have nothing to share
and no one will like me
so i take myself out of the game
for fear of striking out
it's not dark around me anymore
it's bright and noisy and warm
sometimes i find myself missing the darkness
- the silence
but this new absence of it is, well, new to me
strange, but beautiful
but what should i do with it?