I think about

All the days that go by,


Where rainstorms and shirtsleeves

Conceal the tears that I cry.
I think about

All the girls that walk by,



Who whisper and laugh

Leaving me to wonder why?
Does no one feel the same way?
I think
If there is;

They’re pretending that they’re okay.
Perhaps I too should pretend.

Lie.


Say I’m okay.


In hopes that one day

These wounds will somehow mend.
No matter what they say,


I am alone.
When I walk the halls, receiving hateful stares,


I am alone.
When I sit at lunch in the corner of the room,


I am alone.



I stand alone.




I walk alone.





I feel alone.
I think about

What my future has in store.


Will there be change? Improvement?

I wouldn’t dare ask for more.
I think about

What I even did wrong.


Do I deserve this pain and isolation?

I don’t remember it’s been so long.
All I can remember is


Being Alone.


Standing Alone.



Walking Alone.





Feeling Alone.