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.