Thursday, September 22, 2022


White tile floor, yellow walls,

Looking at the only one who knows.

Your eyes are telling me a story,

What loneliness does when it grows.

You take me back four years,

when you walked in the door,

You wanted to start over,

You wanted something more.

You tried so hard to find a friend,

One would have been enough.

But you know how the story ends,

And it ended pretty rough.

Yeah you found some people,

But they let you down hard,

Some were never really there,

And the rest left you scarred.

The others don’t get you,

No one else can understand,

how these different people were,

Too far away to take your hand.

No one acts the same way,

And no one thinks like you.

When everything’s different,

No one sees what you can do.

Everyone tells you you’re okay,

They say you’re just more mature,

But honestly when I look at you,

I’m just not so sure.

Why does it have to be so hard,

Why can’t I make a connection?

I can’t find what I am looking for,

I can’t fill this hole in my reflection. 

They say after the night,

Will come the sun.

But there’s seven billion people 

And I’m the only one.

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