Alone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


A poem that means a lot to me that I wrote

Submitted: November 04, 2017

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He was alone

Never really a part of it

Always watching from the outside

Seeing others being jubilant and pretending he was as well

 

His cheeks still salty from tears

He dragged himself out of bed each morning

To be forlorn again

 

He would sit at a lunch table and watch

Everyone having fun

While he dreamt of his own euphoria

 

It was always agonizing

Every moment he spent thinking stung like a hornet

He was his own adversary

Constantly beating himself up over nothing

 

On weekends he sat in his reclusive house

Tormenting himself with thoughts of other kids

Together being happy

As the tears streamed down his face

He was alone

 

It never mattered how well he did in school

He didn’t care how athletic he was

He was fixated desperately on what he couldn’t achieve

Fitting in

 

He bounded between social groups

Stuck in an infinite in between

A sad icy place

Where he never could find his home

 

He was there with everyone

And yet not

Drowning in his sorrows

While everyone else laughed

 

He was never happy

Because he was always alone

 


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