I often ponder
Of my being isolated
In this world of 7 billion

I often wander
Alone I often wander around
In this vast world

I often feel out of love
Of friends and those special ones
In this lovely world

I often feel I could fly
Out of this defensively closed society
In this wide world

I often get a feeling
Of sadness when I can't share happiness
In this jealous world

I often get an emotion
Of joy when I succeed in befriending someone
In this hostile world

In the end of the poem I come to the essence
Of this world as not being so mean as it appears
In this first thought

I re-read what I titled this poem as
And say out loud that
I'm Not Alone