People, like schools of fish, surround me.
They cling together,
On their way to something big with everyone.
They laugh and play, splashing ripples that
slowly make their way to me
Ripples I’ve longed to feel but barely get a quake.
I knew a fish once. It’s beautiful fins sparkled…
But then it swam away.
–The story I tell myself to make it on my own.
People, like schools of fish surround me
And I’m the shark they flee.
Julianna May 
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