Lonely
How loneliness became my companion,
Loneliness, my friend with whom I share my thoughts and problems.
Yet she never answers back or offers opinions.
I find her silence and impartiality soothing sometimes,
A quiet presence, still and unseen, like a watchful spy.
Loneliness, my everyday sidekick,
Often I’m asked how I can stay alone so long.
But they don’t know how beneficial you are,
Always present, teaching me self-worth,
How to know myself and trust my feelings.
Our relationship is often misunderstood.
“Go outside, make friends,” they say,
“Life is passing you by.”
I give in to their pressure sometimes,
But the fit is never right from the outside perspective.
So I return to you,
Are they right? I don’t know.
But sitting here silently can be tough.
When my mouth never opens, and when it does, it feels foreign.
I feel judged, out of place, and misunderstood.
I hide from the crowd, seeking solitude,
Because my love language is physical touch,
And how can I go so long without it?
I search for connection, for a friend with sound, trust, and understanding.
But where to start? You never guide me,
You leave me to act alone,
Learning and unlearning, standing at my threshold,
Hoping to find a friend like you, yet different—
Someone with a sound heart.
Inside, it’s lonely, but don’t be mistaken,
I strive, embrace, and cherish my loneliness.
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 9:02 AM UTC
Lonely
How loneliness became my companion,
Loneliness, my friend with whom I share my thoughts and problems.
Yet she never answers back or offers opinions.
I find her silence and impartiality soothing sometimes,
A quiet presence, still and unseen, like a watchful spy.
Loneliness, my everyday sidekick,
Often I’m asked how I can stay alone so long.
But they don’t know how beneficial you are,
Always present, teaching me self-worth,
How to know myself and trust my feelings.
Our relationship is often misunderstood.
“Go outside, make friends,” they say,
“Life is passing you by.”
I give in to their pressure sometimes,
But the fit is never right from the outside perspective.
So I return to you,
Are they right? I don’t know.
But sitting here silently can be tough.
When my mouth never opens, and when it does, it feels foreign.
I feel judged, out of place, and misunderstood.
I hide from the crowd, seeking solitude,
Because my love language is physical touch,
And how can I go so long without it?
I search for connection, for a friend with sound, trust, and understanding.
But where to start? You never guide me,
You leave me to act alone,
Learning and unlearning, standing at my threshold,
Hoping to find a friend like you, yet different—
Someone with a sound heart.
Inside, it’s lonely, but don’t be mistaken,
I strive, embrace, and cherish my loneliness.
I would love your thoughts please.