When I’m Alone, I’m Nothing
A Post-Pride Poem

I settle into the cold, empty room
Silence on the blank walls
The cheers a distant sound
The lights a distant memory
I’m alone
When the colours die
When the mirror fades
When I’m alone,
I’m nothing
Not loved,
Not tolerated
Understood only as an idea
I’m lonely
Alone is where time dies,
Where we die too
Where I’m seen by no one,
So my mind is god
Where I see it all,
Where there’s only you
No one sees my clothes
Is it real?
My painted nails are a one sided mirror
How does it make me feel?
(I haven't decided yet)
When I’m not seen,
Do I make a sound?
When the spotlight fades,
And I must act like everyone else
Do they still care about me now?
When I’m not seen,
I’m nothing
And all my friends either see me as one me,
Or another
Pulled between two worlds,
Forced to choose,
Debated over.
When I’m seen,
I’m nothing
And I remember her
I remember eyes,
I remember being seen
How she was me
I feel so alone
When I’m alone,
I’m nothing
Gender,
My ender
You end her
Oh god,
I surrender
Maybe I’ll just be nothing
Maybe it’s easier
Maybe I’m alone
About the Creator
Patrick Poulin
I am a young writer, actor and filmmaker based in Montreal. I am passionate about art and storytelling. I am a student at McGill University in the Bachelor of Arts program with a major in Literature.
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