
Feeling Alone By Dean Thorpe.
In my life, I've met many people.
Why do I, still feel, so alone.
In a world, with so many people.
Why am I, sitting here, all alone.
Walking past, go so many people.
How I wish, that I was, safe at home.
Looking out, at all these people.
Do they all, feel just, as alone?
Written while feeling rather lonely and rejected, things were actually going quite well at the time, so I don't know why I was feeling so low.
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