Pretend To Be Busy Poem by Wendy Moravec

I always pretend to be busy as the social butterflies drift right past me

It’s not like they look my way or pay me any attention whatsoever

To feel though like an interloper in this life is excruciatingly painful

Feigning that I am unaffected by belonging nowhere is a white lie I allow myself

Embracing the fact that I am unseen however is not an option I can allow myself

When I feel so dispirited, If I’m not careful I think I could actually just fade away

Not a memory in anyone’s mind, not a someone to be mourned

You don’t mourn what you never knew existed, don’t remember what you never even forgot

It’s not that I never tried to fit in, I searched for an entry point high and low

Finding only a labyrinth of people’s backs turned to me, blocking me, my cries unheard

I tried to push my way through the crowd, only to be swatted away like a fly

So I sit alone and pretend to be busy and unaffected by life happening all around me

While inside I cry out for someone to find me before I fade away in the labyrinth completely