Hours

A Poem by Molly Garnet

Hours pass and here I am
Not beautiful
Or lovely
Or fascinating by any measure
I like to sit outside alone
For hours
And imagine that all the people passing by
Are intrigued by me
Which is preposterous
I imagine them thinking the silliest things
"How unique. I wonder what deep, meaningful, philosophical idea that woman is contemplating."
"What a fascinating girl, to sit alone by choice and daydream about important, lovely things."

but alas

They think more along the lines of
"She must have no friends."
"Why is she staring at that dull fountain..."
"Does she know that there's grass on her bum?"

I am not offended
I am intrigued entirely with people and their thoughts
And I'm happy enough alone
That their thoughts are irrelevant
I can't people watch with others
They talk too much
And get flustered when others think negatively about them
I've learned to do what I love
Alone
With no company
Two's a crowd
Because I don't care when others think negatively about me
By no means do I love myself
I am merely fascinated enough with myself to be alone