Sometimes you feel absolutely lonely in a crowd of familiar faces
You almost become a thin sheet of broken stained glass
people are looking through you, not at you

Sometimes you wonder what you did so wrong to lose the bond the connection you used to effortlessly have
the beauty of friendship, fun, laughs just disappear through a veil of smoke

Sometimes you elude yourself thinking you found your soulmate
not the love-till-the-death kind, but a connection made in heaven with a person who understands you completely, from every piece of hair down to your toe
But, no, they are always taken, or shared, and you are stuck with you, yourself, and you again

Sometimes, you wish you could just start all over again or never have met these people
to never have experienced the times you so desperately miss now