You're by yourself
With yourself
Next to self.
I sit alone.
I eat alone.
I walk alone.
I am alone.
Yet, I don't feel alone.
I live to be left out,
Shut out,
Locked out.
No one sees what I truly am,
I'm not a funny little girl,
I'm not really quiet.
My mind never rests.
No one knows me,
No one cares.
I live in delicate despair,
With the echoes of deception.
Barbie Marsh