Poem: Surrounded yet alone.

I’m standing in a room.
Surrounded by one hundred people.
One hundred people that know my name.
Fifty people I have interacted with.
Twenty-five that I’ve conversed with.
Ten that I’ve hung out with privately.
Five that I consider my friends.
Two that I consider close friends.
One I feel I can tell almost anything.
Zero that at all times know how I really feel.
Surrounded by one hundred people, yet none.

I’m home.
Home alone.
Surrounded by four walls.
Surrounded by twenty virtual people.
Twenty people I’m communicating with.
Three of which I enjoy communicating with.
Only one who truly cares.
Only one who genuinely appreciates you.
Connected with twenty “friends”, yet alone.

Lonely. Lonesome.
All alone.


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