alone
In a room full of people I feel all alone
I know they are talking, but all I hear is a drone
Mumbled words conversations I’m not in
I look round at their faces happy smiles a happy grin
I don’t want to be here but I have no choice
I try to join in but I have no voice
to be free from myself is the one thing I’d wish
it’s all that I want, the only thing on my list
even on my own I’m not by myself
the other “me’s” in my head are all stacked on a shelf
each one can come down at different times of the day
they all want to talk they all want to say,
you’re fat
you’re ugly
you’re pathetic
you’re sad
you’re worthless
you’re pointless
you will always be mad
no one needs you, you might as well die,
your body dead and buried, your soul in the sky.
