|Not Alone, but Lonely
Author: O.r.i.g.i.n.a.l.isn't.My.style PM
A poem about a person who realizes the difference of being alone and lonely. (It's pretty much what the title says)Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 196 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-01-06 - id: 2144516
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Not Alone, but Lonely
Life. What is life?
It's all pointless when you're going to die.
Don't you ever wish it to just end?
Dark and depressing
No one really knows me.
If they did, they would see that I was really different
That I was another person
Two different faces and two sides
Which fools everybody's eyes
Nobody understands me.
However, I couldn't get away from them.
I needed them as I craved for attention
Along with the fear of ending up an outcast
Though, to feel the pain, the sorrow, knowing you were really fake.
It hurt you inside, knowing that you, yourself stood for everything against imposters.
To be trapped in a world you hate
Though not wanting to be alone and abandoned, you keep up your act.
Trying so hard and not so hard to fit it.
Arguing with yourself, driving you insane.
Though you still continue to keep up an appearance for your reputation.
Crying to be recognized and respected
You ask yourself, all for what?
To not be alone.
However, in the end, you realize that you weren't alone, but lonely.