I am sitting in a room
filled with joyful faces.
People I recognize talk to each other,
but then there's me--in the corner.
They're all laughing and having fun,
gushing over everything new.
No one cares to stop and talk,
no on thinks of the mouse without her hole.
Voices fill the spaces,
and I hear so many conversations.
I wish I could tell my stories,
I wish they would care about me.
I feel as though
I'm a mouse without a hole.
I can't get comfortable,
I can't show who I am.
One day my time will come,
and I'll shine like the others.
Until then though,
I'll be digging my little hole.
everyone's normal [until you get to know them]