Human
I sit in a room filled with people.
And I know those people to.
Surrounded by friends I feel alone.
So what is it that I am missing?
What is it that I search for?
Feelings wash over me,
And,
To afraid to say anything about the pain I feel,
I sit silently.
I hope that by my withdrawal from society someone will notice me.
Someone might notice my suffering.
I am drowning in this sea of emotions,
And as I silently drown I reach out desperately for someone to hold onto.
But I don't trust them.
So I show them a facade.
I show them one worthy of the silver screen,
Worthy of Picasso, Monet, Rembrandt.
With every passing moment I feel lonelier.
When did it become such a sin to be human?
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