In A Crowd, Always Alone

I'm in a crowd, but I am alone.

I walk the halls and recognize faces, but know no one.

Then they come, they are amazing, happy people.

They SEE people, the insides, not the fronts.

They tear down my front, they help me see.

They are funny, kind, and amazing people.

They are just like me.

We have the same veiws and interests, but are all different.

Even when they have to go, I carry them with me, my freinds.

They are always there for me, and everyone has people like this.

Find them, keep them close, don't let them dissapear.

When they dissapear, you will again be in a crowd, but alone. Walking the halls but knowing no one.