I am adverse to crowds
And have an affinity for isolation
I fear dying alone
Yet feel the most lonely when I am not
I fear I speak too loud
When I hear myself communicating
But my words are still unheard or ignored
Despite the label I feel disavowed

My last few calls were for favors
I have not received another in a week
I am asked why I stay inside
And haven't seen a friend in weeks
When I begin to answer
Attention goes to anything but me
It's as if questions are just statements
The silent answers scream blatantly