​Time

Two decades have gone by

And I still do not know where I exist.

I have yet to understand,
Why my moral capacity
Is nonexistent.

Why I feel smidges
When others feel whole.

And yet even on my special day
With my special people
The loneliness consumes me
It eats me up
And swallows me whole.

And before I’ve had a chance
to digest my thoughts
I find myself throwing up words,

Not understanding the point of it

Not even a little,

Not even at all.