My hands are in the pockets of my jeans
Trying to show my shyness
You know I am unsure about my looks
No, I don’t want to show my eyes
They are red and sore
From the overused tears I have
I weep because the solitude is unbearable
And choking the life out of me
However, I can’t explain to you why I feel that
I should be used to the loneliness
I’ve been always alone
I wasn’t popular at school
People found me weird
Until they got to know me
By then, I was sent to another school
Never to see them again
Sometimes, I forgot their names
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Very relatable, I left you a previous comment with a link attached to a Tarot reading explaining why some people feel alone but it’s waiting moderation. They may not allow it to come through? Have a nice day and thanks for sharing.