The Lonely Poem

I am lonely,

much different from being alone.

I am in a room full people

and it is moving so fast

yet I am at a standstill.

I am numb.

Mentally I am screaming

at the top of my lungs,

yet, not a word leaves my lips.

I am trying to free myself from this loneliness.

How does one feel more alone in a room full of people than when they lie alone in their own bed.

When the sounds and ruckus in

a shopping mall,

a classroom,

or a party

are drowned out

and you watch moving lips

on people whom you may or may not know,

you watch.

you watch like a wallflower,

unnoticeable but you're there,

you are definitely there.

In loud places where you have to remind yourself

"I do exist"

because it seems like everyone else has forgotten.

That is loneliness.

when the presence of countless people

still isn't enough to keep you connected

to this day,

to this week,

to this planet,

it isn't enough

and you fear it'll never be.