Being Alone
I’m used to being alone,
enjoying things on my own.
Yet, I still want to be with people
or just someone who’s willing to accompany me.
I’m used to being alone,
yet it feels lonely sometimes.
I need someone to hold my hand
when it trembles — I’m anxious.
I like being alone in the house,
yet I wish I could go out too.
I want to be around people,
yet I prefer being alone most of the time.
Being alone is better than with people,
yet I still need someone to be by my side
to hold me, hug me, when I feel afraid
of the things I couldn't control.
Oh, it’s too lonely, sadness lingers in me.
It never leaves my side, always with me.
I guess I’m not alone... Even when I feel the happiest,
there’s sadness somewhere else waiting to take over.
Oh, I’m so lonely, I feel alone,
yet I prefer not to mingle with others.
It’s making me lonelier ‘cause I couldn't even share.
I feel unheard, unnoticed, never existing.
So, I built walls around me or is it just me?
I stayed within these walls since I couldn’t remember.
I’m alone with sadness with me.
I let the darkness engulf me.
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Thoughts, Feelings, and Experiences
PoetryPoems are written because of experiences and imaginations where knowledge and feelings unites. When it hurts, it hurts but it's all right. Feel the pain and let poetry speak for it. 📌Poems can be triggering for some.
