I’ve always been alone
Even with contacts on my phone.
To no one I could speak my thoughts
And if I did it was for not.
People I thought were there for me
were not everything I’d thought they’d be.
But from not a lack of trying,
Of my friends I would be lying;
For though many tried their bests
Minds and hearts were locked in chests.
While I wore mine on my sleeve
How far both fell you wouldn’t believe.
Ripped, torn, and shattered in two
Stitched, tied, and pieced with glue
I picked the pieces one by one
Sore from truths that were undone.
But I realize now I’m not twisted and crazy
Well perhaps a bit of both, a little, maybe.
I’m not as alone as I thought I was
There are others alike, but mostly because
I am just different, unique, and most important of all:
Nobody else, but me ya’ll.
- Title: Alone?
- Artist: StoneScrollDaggers
A submission I made for my college's art publication.
Please let me know what you think! I'm still a bit new to writing poetry so constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.
- Date: 10/05/2012
- Tags: alone