Maybe it's not me.
You always learn from your errors,
You'll learn much today...the saying I always apply and hold dear...
Instead I've entered a foreign country,
where none of the residents even look at me let alone catch my eye.
Although they are all familiar :
churchgoers, workmates, relatives, friends, parents, loved ones...
Whilst I hold on to the belief
that one will set that silence aside, correct my wandering away...
Silence is no teacher here
so much so I fear
I'll repeat my error and hurt another
although I've no idea one or the other.
So I emigrate, illegally or not, I don't know,
unsure if I've been expelled or exiled, I must go,
hoping that maybe I'll find the cure.
Maybe it's not me.