Empty places and missing friends
Time alone to contemplate being lonely
Reaching out to no one
Reaching out but no one is there
Reaching within the emptiness
Finding nothing but self
Self-loathing? at times
Self-obsessed? so it seems
Self-analytical? always
Self-conscious? about everything
Reaching out and still passed by
Take my hand and smile "hello"
Look in my direction and make me feel...real