Hello!!

Hello!!
I know you can see me.
It's because I can see you too.

I see you enter the room,
and avert your gaze.
I notice your tense muscles as you approach.
And I see those same muscles relax after;
after you think that you're past me
and safe.
But I still see it.

I see it because you aren't the only one.
I've danced this dance,
countless times before.
It comes with the territory.

I should get mad or frustrated,
but instead it makes me sad.

Your fear has made us strangers,
and I'll never get to show you things.
Important things, like how I don't bite
and that I'm not contagious.

But for now, I'll just let you be.
I'll let you stand for an hour
on legs that are probably tired

You have made your choice;
fear over comfort.

But if you choose to work past it;
work past the fear.
I know where you can find comfort.

It's by a guy who isn't contagious,
and he doesn't bite.
And you might even find out
that he's just like you.

You can't miss him.
Just look for the empty seat.


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I wrote this poem after an experience I had on Wednesday. I was at a meeting, and I watched person after person walk right past me, because they didn't want to sit in the empty chair next to me. Many of these people ended up standing, and I had this open seat next to me the WHOLE TIME!

Unfortunately this has happened to me a lot in the past. This would happen a lot on the school bus--especially if I didn't have any of my friends on the bus.

It usually doesn't bother me, but the incident on Wednesday ended up bothering me more than usual, for some reason.