I have always felt alone
In a sense where
I can’t really depend on
Another human to catch me
If I REALLY FALL
I can’t really say
I have a life line
I can’t really pull that parachute
Two times
I can only tell my secrets
In parts and Intervals
I can only share
What anyone is willing to hear
I can only feel
What makes sense to everyone’s ears
I can only heal...
The parts of me that
Are not real...
Alone...
I am deprived of self expression
To make others around me
More comfortable
To be around
Me
Alone...
I am surrounded by
More talk of death
Than life
I am reminded of
My failings and strife
Alone...
I am only loved
When the time is right
Note that loved is
Past tense
As I write
Alone...
I am easily forgotten
Till I pop up in the k section
Of a phone book
But before you dial
You have to see
“how good she looks”
Alone...
I have to think more with my brain
And less with my heart
I guess to be less humane
As a human
Is the perfect way to start...
Alone.

-Prima Poetess