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.