Everyone feels lonely,
Some more than others,
She feels lonely,
Despite having many lovers.
She surrounds herself with people,
Busy people that have busy plans,
They are the hay and she is the needle,
They easily blow away with a fan.
She's afraid, of loneliness,
Numb, broken and confused,
So many emotions to show her mess,
Just feeling very used.
Never accepted forever forgotten
So she stays in one place,
For the people outside are rotten,
And none of them remember her face.
RH
