Here I sit

Once at the small circular table I sat at laughed and felt whole

Now I reside on the other side of the glass,

It is quiet in here and the only noises are the ones in my head

I see the spot at the table where I once sat, an empty spot but occupied because no one wants me there

I see you look back at me but do not seem to care that I am alone.

The spot where I once sat is best left alone.

I sit on my throne of sadness and shame yet another day, not a day passes where I do not feel the pain of being all alone.

I have let you all win.

Here I sit troubled by the past, yet I know the spot where I once sat is best left alone.