Sometimes

Alone,

All alone,

But do I feel lonely?

Sometimes,

Sometimes I crave that human interaction,

But sometimes,

I just prefer that solemn silence.

Sometimes people make me feel neglected,

But sometimes valued.

Sometimes I refrain myself,

From behaving a certain way,

Cause I feel like,

I am behaving the way the person I hate behaves.

Sometimes I am willing to change myself to blend in,

But sometimes I just love the way I am.

Sometimes I just like to be an observer,

Sometimes I just want to be observed.

Tell me now, am I normal?

-- Sruthakirti M