Nobody is around me,
The figure heard is inside to be,
My heart feels cold,
Looking around feeling bought, or sold.
Characters seeking the way,
On the bench I watch as they play.
No heart to feel love,
Each who opens I choose to shove,
Shove out of anything to do with me,
Feeling as if there's no more to see.
I'm lonely in a world so defined,
Defined with labels; I'm not intertwined,
Hurt from one can last,
Now I can go with out people; I fast.
They talk up the pace of the rhythm as they do,
Although I'm lonely; I do have a clue.
Quiet lurks around every bend,
When will my voice speak out the thoughts I send?
A sponge I hold as my mind,
To take in each thing I find.
Looking over my shoulder,
Keeping my head up to those colder.
The loneliness is a box of space,
Filled up with each and every face.
You're not judged by my naked eye,
I'm a lonely one; the one who is shy.
The number one is first on the chart,
Giving this three letter word a head start.
One day I won't be so lonely I pray,
But Mr. Lonely I'll be until that day.
Copyright © Stacey Behal