Alone
The darkness is all around me,
it slowly consumes me.
The joy of being alone,
and watching the others on my own.
Sometimes people stare,
every now and then someone asks me to come over there.
But, usually I sit and glare,
and run my my fingers through my hair.
The back, The side, The end,
is usually where I reside.
I no longer need any one else,
I am more alive when by myself.
