Alone I Sit
-anonymous

Alone i sit,
huddled in a corner,
sorrowful,mournful,
yet there are others,

Familliar but unfamilliar,
I know them but they do not know me,
i smile, i laugh,
but in truth i cry,

They pass judgement on my acts,
yet on their own,
is there anyone to react?
Of course,there is none,

They do the very same,
Yet they are right,
I am wrong,
I nearly enjoy it,
i nearly enjoy the irony,

They say they know me ,
but they never understand,
they say i am sick,
when in truth;we are all unwell,

They tell me respect is earned,
yet they just demand,
have i not earned it?
do i not deserve it?

They call in my help with or without consent,
Yet when something goes wrong,
I am blamed,
I am named,

Everyday i see them,
they smile;they tell the truth,
i smile;i lie

I am alone,
when i am with them,
i am alone,
when i am not,
I feel the same,
I feel the pain,

Alone i sit,
huddled in a corner,
sorrowful,mournful,
yet there are others,

But still,
Alone i sit - anonymous

~Endex~

As tragic and emo this poem is, i think everyone has felt like this before?
Perhaps thats why the poet chooses to go anonymous?

~Z Husref Signing Off~