I am standing in a room full of people
though I am the only one standing alone,
apart from the crowd,
even though I am apart of the crowd.
We are together, yet we are alone.
At least for me in the crowd,
sometimes I become detached and
feel more alone than ever.
Sometimes everyone is swirling around me,
like the moon around the Earth,
but does the Moon ever get lonely?
Even though it is always with the Earth?
I struggle with this concept of how sometimes
I feel most lonely around others.
I want to reach them,
but never can.
The darkness forms around me,
sweeping me away,
from the happiness
that could once be.
Sometimes I convince myself that I am happy,
and sometimes I believe it.
Other times I push too hard on being happy
and swing the other way to anxiety.
Other times, being alone is all I want.
These are the hardest times,
because suddenly everyone wants to be with me,
as I try to disappear.
This balance of being social and being alone
is never easy.
Going on long stretches of time being social
are the hardest.
I feel most alone during these stretches,
feeling detached and seeking space,
so all these emotions can come crashing down,
in peace.
How can I be both the person everyone wants
and the person who I want?
"We are all alone, together, aren't we?" - A Friend, 2015
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Shadows Into Light
PoetryA collection of my poems which are a mix between sad and depressing to hopeful and bright, but all speak the truth. A poetry collection since 2015. ------ ✯ = featured on a poetry podcast, link available on poem
