I sit alone, by myself,
On the cold concrete steps.
I wonder why no one stops
To chat or to ask the Time. Instead,
I get glared at, sneered at.

People are angry to see me,
I haven't done anything
For them not to like me,
I am just a little differant.
Out of the ordinary.

I'm ok with me
There isn't anything wrong
With me not fitting into your
Normal routine

I make my own world
And I relax because they know me here.

.....

This was written by a friend who'll be called "White Rose" for the site. She saw the picture of me on the stairs during my MOA day (it's on the site here) and she was inspired to write this.
Thank you White Rose!