A being home alone is a scared little thing.
A being amongst it's kind rather than being home alone should be happy
Yet, the strange little thing is not happy
In fact, it's still alone
Inside of it's soul is a dark sharpie marker made blotch
Big, Black and Permanent.
It's as though the being is far away
As if they are drowning in the deep blue sea.
willing themselves to sink further.
Only the sea salt to keep them company.
Isn't it strange to feel alone around such joyous busy bodies.
Isn't it strange to be strange around such normal busy bodies.
The only thing being can't hide is their loneliness from it's heart
The mind can get lost in a labyrinth of delusions
But, feelings never go away
At least, not when you want them too.
No friends does the being have
No fun does the being have
No true smiles does the being have
Sitting amongst "acquaintances" as we laugh like there is no tomorrow.
A face showing one thing but the heart feels something different.
The being truly feels alone In every nook of this Earth.
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Knickknack Poems: 15 Less Regrets
PoesíaA book in which I write miscellaneous poems. Poems that can sometimes have no meanings other than to express myself. Hopefully you enjoy this book or not...
