You’re crowded into a room with a view
Of the social smokers and baseball players
Giggling outside to a foreign language.
And the noise opposite your door
Makes you feel like you’re missing out.
And the dread of walking outside
Because people don’t swarm to you like bees
But simply ignore you
Keeps your eyes locked to the computer screen
Mercilessly fighting for contact.
And when hope arises,
It is crushed by the realization
That true, quality contact is miles away
Safely content with that same contact.
And every attempt at interaction
Brings out your personal awkwardness
Yet you offer advice on making friends
To someone in need.
What a hypocrite.
This is why you will forever remain
In the cycle of retaliation against
Your own desires.
But good night, sleepless one
For your loneliness will breed company
One day.