This Wall

It's Styrofoam, you know.

The wall between you and me.

I used to think it solid,

to believe it impenetrable.

Born on the wrong side,

I didn't fit in, a stranger among you.

You showed me, though, the confusion,

the optical illusion. Nobody else knew

I saw it, but you'd seen it too,

had lived with it. Who could have known?

Now I can move it, shove it aside

when I need to, but you understand,

know sometimes I need it,

sometimes comfort comes

from being alone
since it's not lonesome anymore
on my side of the wall.