The Cheese Stands Alone

I sit, thinking, silent.
The people, my peers, I guess,
are chattering all around me.
I look up, irritated by their
constant yakking.
I say nothing, though a
thousand words come to mind.
No one notices my hesitation:
I'm not there to them.
All their prattle and unfeeling
thoughtlessness magnifies
our differences, widens the gap.
I realize:
I am alone
in this room of people.
I cannot connect, can't
bridge the chasm.
I think of a childhood song.
It fits perfectly:
The cheese stands alone.
I Am The Cheese.