Alienated. Forgotten. Alone.
Unhappy in the place meant to be anything but.
Stranded in a place meant to be home.

How can anything be okay


when the people around don’t care?



To them, you’re just another face,




just another






stranger.

Hopeless. Tired. Afraid.
All alone in a place crowded with people.
Ripped from a joy meant to be found.

With false smiles and light laughter,


how can comfort be found?



To you, they’re just another face.




Just another






nothing.

One smile, one laugh.

It’s easy.
One song, one poem.

Why not!
One person, then another.

Friends.
It should be easy.


It’s not.

So here you are,

alienated, forgotten, alone,


hopeless, tired, afraid.

Here you are,

with nothing more than a pen,


nothing more






than a story never read.