I am all alone.

But not really.

People surround me

But,

Are they really there?

Do they care?

I am alone in a way

That the busy minded souls around me

Pass through me,

They uncharacteristically haunt me

Without meaning to,

Hurt me without intention,

And force me to question my life

Without questioning their motives.

I am living proof that

Solitude

Can be translated to

Popularity.

When expectations

Are so high for you

You can't help but suicidally

Fall.

I am a retired actor,

Sick of the life

Of masking my emotions,

Wiping them off my sleeve before

I face the judgmental crowds.

And now that I've showed my true colors,

I am alone.