Poems by me and others

Me 12

You walk away from the group.

Not many people notice.

You just want to be alone.

But you are denied that luxury.

They all migrate towards you.

Like you are the gravity in the Sun holding the planets together.

You scream go away but no one hears you.

They are still in their one little world's.

Until you make some one pay attention.

Either by yelling, making them mad, or by making them laugh.

But you hurt inside now.

Just cause you want to feel needed. 

Or just to feel like people are looking at you.

But all you do is push them away. 

Losing your gravity.

Some people talk to you but not as much.

You are growing to like being alone.

Your fear has you in it's grasp.

That fear.

Is being alone.