Alone

I don’t care if this isn’t exactly poetry, this is my first so I tried my best.

Rain gently taps the window,

the sun is no where to be found,

and I am alone.

In my mind my emotions, thoughts cloud my mind,

my conscience overthrown.

I long for those old carefree days where we weren’t worked to the bone.

As I walk outside I feel as if people can read my fears: of being alone.

My friends, or the few of them are more complicated than most,

they always talk in one tone.

I tried to clear my mind and ask myself why I push everyone away,

why I yearn to be so utterly alone.

Sorry if its bad I tried my best. But this is pre much the story of my life.