I am amidst many, Yet the vibes of loneliness are uncanny.
In a crowd, I stand numb. In a commotion, I hear none.
I possess a body without soul. Leading my life without a goal.
Drowning in a pool of misery. And suffocating in a room of grief.
To some I am obnoxious.
To some I am gorgeous.
I am a stranger to myself. For years I have been on the shelf.
No one desires to meet me, nor trust me, nor believe me.
The people I most care about, the people who I hold near and dear, are the one I most fear.
They keep me in dark, they leave me miserable.
Yet, I do not hold feelings of envy and resentment.
But, sheer affection and attachment.
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