To be left out when you want to be in.
Feeling that sense of loneliness.
Feeling alone when ten thousand people surround you.
It's hearing laughter in a room and silence when you walk in.
It's staying away from people, afraid they won't talk back.
It's sad.
It's so small.
It's hard to describe unless you are the person feeling it.
So quiet.
Just hearing the blood pounding in your ears.
Counting how many times you get let down and eventually lose track.
Wanting to forgive but not knowing how.
It's uttering a cry from the depths of your soul and waiting forever for that reply.
It's not hearing an answer when you ask a question.
It makes you feel worthless.
It's the cruelest of emotions.
This is my isolation.
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What I Hide Inside
PoezjaIt'll all come poring out in a way most people wouldn't expect it to come out for me. It is through writing that I find most helpful. I want to share and maybe, just maybe, others would understand. Maybe it will make people understand that when they...
