I've been stuck at home a lot lately, and it's starting to take a toll on me. I watch one of my younger siblings all day who is only two years old. I take online classes, and don't really have money to go anywhere.

So yeah, this poem is basically about Ryou and how isolated he feels from the rest of the gang. I know it's a common theme…but oh well.

You all talk and laugh.

Caught up in your perfect little world.

I linger at the edge looking in.

Longing to be but not to become.

I hold my individuality in a tight glass ball.

But to join that circle of love an trust I must give it up.

I scream NO at the top of my lungs internally.

You hear and ignore me.

Must I become that which is not meant to be?

In order to join your perfect family?

Perfection does not exist, and thus you do not notice me.

To you I am the scum on your shoes.

A leaf caught in the gutter and swept away.

I long for release and freedom that I already have.

I am the isolated meant to wander alone.

But I wish to join you…

Please…

Just let me be me.