YA Poetry: I Don't Understand

As I get locked up

And get the old common glare

The concept of shunning

Is already the definition of me

The emotion that I feel

Emptiness as some call it

Others say depression

But me I don't understand

What they call happiness

Or hopefulness

Is just another mystery

To my constant confused self

I don't understand

What it means to have a friend

My personal life sentence

For being different, has set off a signal

This signal that people see

That always happens to surround me

Is an invitation to tease

Or just blame me

Harsh punishment,

As I considered it

Has faded into ignoring of the ignorant

That's usually me

I don't understand

How people get along

Or just cling on, to the optimism

That falls from the sky

Good optimistic emotions

That flutters on the common boy's fingers

And glows inside of people

I'll never understand

YA Poetry