Weirdo

You fail your arms

every morning to the

beat of your favorite song 

off of your music player.

And I can't seem to

figure out if you're

retarded or not.

You approach the others

and I see your sorry eyes

wanting love or at least

a friendship but

that's what a handler is for.

You don't seem to have one. 

Are you normal? Tell me.

We either stare at you

or avoid you like the plague.

I'm guilty, too.

Why won't you stand still?

I see you outside of the

library and you dance

frantically needing

someone to care.

Most of us keep a ten

foot radius away from you

and the rest don't notice.

No one is here for you.

I don't know your story

and I'm not going to learn it.

I think this one is horrible but I want a second opinion. I could have done a lot more with it.