A Loner

June 25, 2009
By Anonymous

I feel like
Looking different
My hair the shade of darkness
My face, a blank Expression
Empty where I belong
The lonely, the one alone,
Sitting there by herself
I wish to tell them,
In isolation,
I don’t understand…
I don’t care…
They tell me something
But I turn them down
In the dark I stand.
But I listen
I hear their whispers
They don’t know I hear them speak
And play
And swear like best friends
All the time
While I sit alone by myself in the Corner
They try to be my Friend.
They tell me the facts.
They Speak. I Hear.
I hope my Emotions are
Enough for Expression.
I try to smile.
But I can’t.
It’s not me.
At All.

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