Each bump makes it easier to recognize that I do not fit in. It natural for them to hit each other cause mini earthquakes in the body upon collision. When it’s supposed to be my turn there it is.

The loss of following the good rhythm they had going. The off beatness.

Its easy for them to sit in and drive among others. Its fun to take a hit. Especially so when its someone new.

Yet somehow when I stumble in, its obvious I’m not as natural as them. I don’t understand how they so casually do this without saying sorry. Guess I didn’t read the manual on how to properly be in a bumper car ring.

Their screams of laughter hides my inner doom as I try to fit in.

Each turn I take to bump with others, is a total fail. Somehow I always miss, even so I say sorry. When others try to hit me, its like everyone’s a magnet and I’m diamagnetic. The repellent force is within me apparently.

Still I’m here, unsure what to do next. Every move I make is so bad, why am I even here?

Should I park this car and make a run for it?

No, that’d be worse.

How to turn an uncomfortable situation better?

I don’t know.

Maybe if I bump into a wall, something good will happen.