Lone

I’m use to being alone.

I’m use to being apart.

When the time comes to join others.

I frightened by even the thought.

 

I try to make them laugh.

Maybe even think.

While hoping social time.

Comes to an end in a blink.

 

I wish i felt included.

I want to belong.

I pray this feeling of “out”.

Wouldn’t hit me so strong.
Still I’m way out.

And that’s how i bel0ng.

To come down from the hills.

And sing this tired song.

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