Surrounded by people,
Yet completely alone.
Unnoticed.
Unwanted.
Ignored.
Groups of friends chatter,
And no one asks you to join.
Unheard.
Unseen.
Silenced.
Your stomach feels empty,
Your mind adrift.
Unwanted.
Unloved.
Alone.
Friends will come,
And be made into family.
Warm.
Alive.
Understood.
It's okay to be lonely,
Someone will come.
YOU ARE READING
Windblown
Poetry"Where the birds take flight, and freedom sings..." 🌸 Thank you to @Letterbyowl for the lovely cover!
