Misery loves its company
People tend to say.
Through experience I find this true
As I struggle through another day.
I find the more alone I feel
The more I wish sadness on others
Leaving a sour taste in my mouth
This is a feeling I don’t treasure.
Every day I feel more alone
Like I don’t have friend in the world
But the more I sit in silence,
The more I feel as if I’ve been swindled.
No matter how hard I pretend to be alright,
My soul is full of sorrow,
But I push myself ruthlessly forward
And try so hard not to wallow.
Though I often find I want someone
To reach out and give me a hand
Until the day someone notices meI’ll puff out my chest and withstand.