Alone Maybe

Alone She was always alone Making a shield out of her phone Alone So alone The feeling engraved into her bones Maybe it's because she doesn't act normal She's not insane But there are so many things in her brain That makes her act out to escape Even with others She doesn't feel among She's like a lone bird Singing the broken melody of a sad song So many thoughts run through her head Thoughts she think people said Every time she takes a walk She thinks everyone just wants to talk She says 'hello' and tries to smile But she's just awkward and silly and feels so vile. Maybe she's just overreacting About the gaping hole that fills her chest That she may never be with the others And be loved by the rest. She knows someone out there who loves and acknowledges her And she loves them too But some days are just hard And filled with so much sorrow and rue. I know this poem doesn't make sense. It's not neat or organized like the rest It's messy and lonely and runs through the lines Of a blank page or document Goodnight