Poetries for the King

Alone

I do not know

How can you ask me?

I don't even know

if it's the outside

or inside voice

that makes me deaf.

Laughter and

noise;

It all filled my

ears.

Clinking of glass

and pictures.

I'm with a lot

of people, but

I...feel like

I'm the only one

who is standing

here. So,

I run.

I walk away.

I hide to

the place where

I'm alone.

Maybe, I do not hate

being with people

I just hate feeling

alone whenever I'm with them.

-Yssa