The Lonely

I like the outside. It is where I hide Was a hermit for so many years Fears Kept me away Alone is how I would spend my day My sister talked me into going to her place Been a long time since I had seen her face Or anyone as far as that goes My hesitation shows Before I got there she died Yes I cried But I tried To do what she asked My soul it tasked I tried to rejoin life To much strife To much hate I think I am too late I have no understanding of how to be What is it people see Is it just me Maybe it is just because I do not belong here I fear How am I to act Fact I can tell if they are bad Sad Or even if they are glad Empathy Maybe sympathy I hate it in every way So away from people I stay So many emotions running through their head All these emotions I am force fed Confusion for me I do not wish to see Or feel So hard to heal Separating theirs from mine Do not really know why But I can feel you cry Or lie I could be just crazy for sure I think there is no cure I write When I have light All these emotions I have to fight Makes me sad Through good times I have had And the bad I have grown But life has shown Tis better this way Sometimes hard to face the day I wish this was not so Cause the lonely can only grow So I lose myself in the beauty I find Brings me peace of mind Keep myself in the light I am tired of the fight But to be alone is all I know So my pile of poems does grow