Poetry of the brain

Alone

I sit down listening to everything
Since it's the only thing I can do
I see people with others talking
Than I see people motioning others to come
I see people goofing and joking off
Everyone seems to have someone
Yet I'm here alone just here
I stand away from the crowds
Not to interrupt anything
Adults telling me to talk and make friends
Yet I don't know how to do that
When I haven't learned
People find me weird strange perhaps scary
That's what I've been told atleast
That doesn't matter I've grown used to this
Being alone and quiet
I make friends never permanent
They leave once there done
I've become numb to the feeling
Perhaps I was made to be alone
I've accepted that
Yet little me craves
That tiny piece in my heart wants
That small feeling wishes
Of someone that will stay forever