Another world beside me

I looked at you
as you stood beside me,
Wondering if we could
ever have a conversation.
What would I
even ever say?
Would you be able
to understand my pain?
The way it crawls up
my back, hurts my neck,
stresses my brain,
damages my hair?
Would I understand
your complaints of
how you feel
underappreciated?
Of how much it hurts
every time you are taunted
or when you feel ignored,
as he looks away.
In my world of likes,
dots, crosses and pages,
perhaps I have no space
for your bangles that jingle
as you narrate your days
to your friend beside you.
Maybe we are
meant to be far away
No more than fellows
travelling in the same train.

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