I sit here, waiting for anything to happen
I sit here, waiting for human interaction
I sit here, alone
I sit at this grey table, and chairs to match
It matches how I feel on the inside
I sit in this colorful hallway,
yet I do not feel colorful.
I sit alone
everyone has gone home
I have some color on me...
and that's the red lipstick,
of my best friend crying on my shoulder today
I am alone when I cry
I read when I am alone
I write when I am alone
I feel alone when I am alone
Nobody really thinks I feel this way
"The blond cheerleader? Oh no, she's fine"
I feel alone even when I am with people
I don't feel alone with my best friend
But my best friend feels alone
We feel alone together, but that makes us whole