I am alone.
Surrounded by people
yet so terribly alone.
Where are my friends?
Where is my family?
They're scattered about me
but not near me.
I call out to them
but they don't always hear me
or the true meaning of my words.
At times
poverty muffles my voice
mutes it
blocks it.
And my calls are heard by no one but me.
I embrace the solitude
it whispers in my ear.
I don't want to listen
but i do
i must
eventually.
And thus i am unwanted.
i am weak.
i am pathetic.
i am useless.
But there is always an end to everything.
My torture ends, and I stand tall again.
