Loneliness Is Home to Me

January 7, 2012
Through the rain I marched. A silent soldier that has lost the battle. Comrades all dead. In a battered uniform, though I stand tall, down the sidewalks I'm all alone. Alone with my thought is a dangerous thing, my vicious thoughts that rise to monsters. While a small hatred buries into my chest, with every passing glance and every unspoken word.
They all look,
and they all watch,
yet no one talks,
so on I walk.
At this moment I have no friends, I'm forgotten. And I then realize, this is how alone I am. With the world full of cowards who just watch and with a family who doesn't care. My sorrow burns i my heart, and in my head I make a vow. A silent cow. Never again will this happen, never shall I let a stranger steal my heart. I have frown, and now I know. But no one sees, to them I am only naive.

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