Never at ease around other people or strangers,
Talking to anyone is the hardest thing to do,
And yet no one understands.
No friends and only a loner, and that’s how it will always be.
By myself and completely alone, suppresses a terrible feeling deep inside me.
It claws and years to get out, but I could never do that.
I could never admit my emotions to anyone because that wouldn’t be like me,
That’s not me at all.
Instead, sometimes, the pain eases away and being alone feels right.
People are annoying and idiotic, why would I waste my time with such beings?
And then again, sometimes, I know I’m lying to myself.
Being alone has no equal part to being loved and cared for, it’s only a lie I put as a front.
Why must I feel this way, as if I’m the only person in this world,
When people say the exact same thing as I’m saying now?
I don’t want to be like everybody else; I want to be me.
I’m the one who’s not afraid to be different, it’s who I am.
But I can’t even accept myself.
Can’t even loners be loved too?