I look around but see no one,
At least no one that I have known
For here in this forgotten world
I am all alone
No one ever tries to see
the one who peers from behind the tree,
the one who is too afraid
to let anyone know that she is me.
Yet no matter what they think
from their gazes I refuse to shrink,
for I must say strong
lest my blood become my name's ink,
All this time I walk alone
waiting for one to bestow the companionship shown
to all others onto me
for until that moment I shall be alone.