By: Samiya Javed 

There is something oddly discomforting
about a large group of people
and their mirth,
which seems to be contagious,
except,
I find myself
untouched by it.
The epidemic of callous loose talk,
and feverish sweeping by
of days-
nights-
and everything in between
seems to be going around,
round and round,
like a carousel
that I don’t approach,
but only observe,
until my head starts to spin
and the charm dissipates
and I remember,
I never really cared for amusement parks,
and they never really cared for me.