Family of Aliens
Sometimes I can’t decide if my family is made up of aliens or if I’m the alien, abandoned on this blue marble, forever waiting for my true family to return and retrieve me.
I am definitely the alien, interacting with the world on a whole ‘nother frequency. Observing the strange lifeforms around me. Trying to learn their unique customs and practices.
Always fearful of my true identity being discovered. Hauled away. Studied. Dissected. This secret I’ve kept for my safety. Daring to tell no one. To trust no one.
Someday. Someday I will be reunited with my people. My tribe. My pod. Until then, I will wait and hide.