Isolation

The lonliness I feel

makes me wonder what is real

in the here and now

can I heal? And how?

 

Broken to bits 

I've taken many hits

from those I have known 

and those unknown

 

Lost in this world

my fingers are curled 

ready to defend 

mind ready to pretend 

 

Be someone I'm not

to fit in with the lot

don't be discovered 

don't let the lies be uncovered

 

If the truth gets out

how they will shout 

they will point and laugh 

the misery will be my bath

 

I hide away 

so much pain will stay

it feeds my misery it steals my ability

 

The lonliness will stay 

until I waste away 

forgotten and alone

for my suffering has shown

This poem is about: 
Me

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