Standing alone in a crowded room
I really don't know what to do
If I left they'd have no clue
Cause I'm standing alone in a crowded room.
I'm all alone in a mass of man
I want to talk but I doubt I can
Cause speaking to myself I'd stand.
Cause I'm all alone in a mass of man.
If I were gone would people tell?
They don't appear to see me well
This is a thought I often dwell
So if I were gone would people tell?
In all reality would they even care?
If they even were aware
In my absence they would bare. Cause in all reality would they even care?
Standing alone in a crowded room
I really don't know what to do
If I left they'd have no clue
Cause I'm standing alone in a crowded room.
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Chelsea's poems
PoetrySo I know that this book makes me sound like a whiny little girl but sometimes I just need to vent, and I have no one to vent to. To help myself out, I began writing about my feelings. Sometimes it actually helps clear my head. So you can read if yo...
