I am a little bit of loneliness
sitting alone in this broken home
with arguments over dinner tables
I am able to drift away
like clouds in the winter wind
and like the clouds, crying is all I'm able
but unlike the clouds, my drifting is just a fable
dreaming, singing,
ears ringing
from dinner plates smashed and doors slammed
sent to my room while the adults are mad
forgotten
sitting alone in this broken home
I am able to drift away
like the clouds in the winter wind
I am dark, I am scared
and when I'm all cried out
I am Loneliness again