Snap

Snap 
crackle 
the twang of elastic 
stings my skin. 
I watch the prayer beads 
escape away into the subway car 
while the foreign strangers 
look at me 
the alien 
freeze as the sigh of stress 
begins to weaver in. 

Am I sick? 
Is it a sign? 
Can I really not handle 
the responsibilities 
of a social life? 

I seem to be able to make friends
and then loose them at a simple 
hello 
or 
goodbye. 

I hold back the depressing fears 
of a lonely alien in a land still foreign, 
a few of those around me 
attempt to help me in my futile effort 
to collect all my broken pieces. 

Its comforting to me. 

In a way.