I am the one who talks to many,
The chirpy and bubbly one.
Call them acquaintances or friends,
I seem to have a lot of them.
You'll seldom find me alone,
For I would prefer just anyone's company,
Instead of the haunting loneliness.
I used to feel elated,
Thinking of the number of friends I have,
But when I'm sad or feeling low,
Not a single person waits or talks to me.
I am the one whose friend is everyone,
Not the one who is everyone's friend.
A friend to all, but actually a friend of none.
