Bystander
By Allie Marie
Down on State Street in Albany,
I stand in faded light.
In a pretty powder blue dress,
I watch them dance in a sea of black and white.
I slowly lose control.
Teardrops turn to rainstorms.
I hope that they can’t see.
And the more that I try to stop,
the more that I can’t breathe.
There’s echoes screaming in my mind.
They have nothing to do with them.
And everything to do with my fears,
and what I am being told
I’m getting too old
to ever have.
I don’t want to be like this.
I want and need to smile for you.
I am happy for you,
I am.
But, I’m terrified
to live a life alone.