It seems I'm alone


In a broken home

I'm surrounded by people

And aching inside

And yet

No one notices

You would think

That living in a house of five,

That aleast one person would notice

But it doesn't matter

Because no one can change what is

So I'm alone

It doesn't matter

Who, when, or where

I am alone

Sometimes I choose it

Sometimes I don't

When someone does notice

I reject them

Like always

And I go on

Continuing life