Loneliness is not just the state of being on your own,
Oh no, it’s far more complicated than that.
It’s the feeling of being left behind,
Of being the least worthy of your kind,
And the feelings of inferiority that run through your mind.
Loneliness is a paradox,
It’s about feeling conspicuous and invisible,
And about feeling relieved and miserable.
Loneliness can empty the void or fill the abyss,
It can leave us content or amiss.
Loneliness is an irony,
It’s about yearning to belong,
And about yearning to run away.
It’s wanting to be left alone,
And hoping they’ll stay.
Loneliness is desperation,
It’s when you start to obsess,
It’s always wanting more,
And never being happy with less.
Loneliness is the shadow that lurks,
Even when there’s people around.
It’s the gloom, the shade that covers the ground.
Loneliness is the want of being found.
It’s pretending you’re not in love,
Even when your sweetheart is around.
It’s shying away,
It’s never looking them in the eye,
It’s the reason for hiding, and not coming out to play,
And feeling restless throughout the day.
Its feeling like you can’t do anything right,
And it’s what keeps you awake at night.
Loneliness is so much more than a situation,
It’s the state of our mind, our fears, our aspirations.