She looks around, at the dozens of people talking around her, filling a classroom to the brim. Their inane chattering about mindless things, like who's the cutest boy in the room or what show will be on at what time, mindless noise that sounds like a deep thrumming, or the sound of a single heartbeat pounding a million beats.
The mind numbing white noise is all consuming, lost in her thoughts and completely zoned out, she chooses to sit in the one dark corner, few attempt to talk to her. She's surrounded, yes, but lonely ever more.
She has friends, very few, but sometimes even they can seem like white noise. No one can completely understand her ways, no one can completely understand HER, whenever she talks whenever she has something to contribute it seems like everyone just tries to shut her up, to take away her free voice, to rip her vocal cords out so she can never speak up and voice her opinion.
Yes, she's in a crowded room, yes she has friends, but when you can't talk, can't speak out shout out your opinion without feeling as if you are shot down immediately without consideration you feel as if you are the lonely one, that person without a place, that lonely spec of dust traveling in a crowded room barely even noticed, barely even a concern to others and just at the corner of the eye but never seen, and yes, it is lonely, it is demeaning, it is frightening, it is everything it should not be but is, it is the one thing everyone hopes not to be.
It is lonely.
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Lonely Child
RandomIsn't it funny, how even when you're surrounded, you can just feel so... alone?
