i remember when people used to like me,
people used to think i was a nice person.
people used to see me in the street and wave,
used to see me and know that they could say hello.
what happened?
when did i become the kind of person
who can't hold a gaze?
why do my eyes, unbidden,
search for earth when someone smiles?
(when i used to smile back?)
now there are people who don't like me,
and people who believe that i don't like them,
and i pretend i don't care because
i don't know the steps i took to get here,
and i don't know the steps to take
to get back.
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