How lonely it is
To be celebrated
In a room
Full of busy people
How lonely it is
To sit with one's loved ones
When a beloved a missing.
How lonely it is
To feel like you don't fit in
With the very group you are apart of
And how lonely it is
To stand before a crowd
And been seen,
And perhaps chosen,
But to feel forgotten
And to feel like you have failed.
10/20/23