Feeling this alien inside me
Would you say it was fear?
Is that the question, or the answer?
Is it a fact that when I get scared
It is because I am made that way?
Is the question because I haven’t grown up?
Or have a grown up to figure out that the truth wasn’t fear?
Is that the question or the answer?
Fear happens when you think things would appear by magic
Fear is magic if it’s in your head
Detached From The World
Here is me, a lonely person
Never going places, hiding from the dark side
Or is it the bright side, with the world out there
Amongst the wilderness
And not signaled around me
I’m detached from the world
Everyone around me, and everything is distant
No one cares how we walk or talk
Speak or listen, or greet people
Life is all a blur to me
You don’t see the person in his or her normal actions
You see people differently
You take control of how the person acts
And what people say, but only in slow motion
The slower life gets, the scarier reactions seem
Deranged people alienate me
It’s true; I am detached from the world
Shayne Holzman has 10 years of writing experience. At the age of 19, she published an article "Overload" in the LA Magazine. At age 16, she won a contest for best young fiction writer for Tacu Short Stories "Color My Face" which was part of a short story collection from 2009. Currently, at age 23, she writes psychology articles. Holzman is an aspiring writer because she admires self expression, and she hopes to write professionally. Aside from writing, she enjoys learning about psychology.