I'm getting further away.

I can feel myself disconnecting
          and losing touch
with them
    -my close acquaintances

my friends

It's amazing how one small encounter,
one small occurrence
can change everything.

Laughter.
They're laughing again.
But it's not funny to me anymore.
I'm changing.
I no longer fit as well with them
          (But if not them, then who?)
I truly am disconnected.
The round peg doesn't fit in the square hole.
The apple doesn't go with the oranges.
The scarred one doesn't fit with the
                                        clean ones.

I feel as though I was in a group,
A group that all tried the same thing:
a risky endeavor.
All emerged unscathed . . .
                              . . . but me . . .
And now, I am the different one.
They don't notice at first,
but they begin to.
I don't react,
I don't respond,
          in the same way I used to
and it's only a matter of time,
before crack becomes breach,
before breach becomes gap,
before gap becomes divide.

I have been divided.