Lonely
Everyday I open the door and I see all these faces, all the empty stares looking back at me. I feel cold, empty, dead inside. I walk through the crowds of people looking for a friendly face. Through searching, looking beyond the faces, I find I don’t like what I see. I’m looking for another caring soul, not a million, just one. One caring soul out of all those empty glances. Walking down the halls, I hear how people talk, and wonder if they are hiding what I’m hiding inside. I talk to people who don’t know the real me, I talk to half the people I see. Not a single one of them knows the person I can not hide much longer, nor do they know the truth that lies in my eyes. You saw me from a distance, you looked in my eyes, then you ran away, afraid to find the real me, afraid of the unknown. Then all at once you looked again, right in my eyes, but still you can’t see the person I hide inside, and once again you walked past. I thought you were the person whom I could be honest with, I thought you were the answer to my prayers. As I wipe away the tears from my eyes, I find myself again, walking down the halls.
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