Lonely

Lonely people need me. They grin at my presence and rejoice when they hear my name. I bring them company in the best of ways, I lend out my ears for days to let them relieve the pressure, weighing heavy upon their chest. Lonely people love me because i give the best advice, I come when called, ask no questions, tell no lies. They need to hear what they're worth, so i say unto them there is no price bountiful enough for their lives. Accompanied people are jealous of my ways, seeing as I have the power of speech and the presence of the lonely. Yet I belong to neither side. I call and call but no one comes, i ask and do not receive, nobody lends my soul the ears of compassion or friendship. I am virtually surrounded by people, yet when I fall, a hand I am not offered. When i scream, a response is not heard. And when i cry, no shoulder is presented. I need the lonely people to accompany me on a journey of speech and thought, for I need the feel of others. I despise the accompanied, because they take the companionship they have for granted.