I sit here lonely
Among thirty people;
An image often used, But true.
I sit here lonely
Not quite sure what Im lonely for.
Love and/or friendship
Most likely.
I sit here lonely
Writing this poem
When I know I should be
Doing something else.
Something more important
Something worthy of this thing
Called time
I sit here lonely
Wondering who I am exactly
And who I will be
And if the contradiction;
Who I want to be.
Not knowing how to change anything.
I sit here lonely
Thinking of my past
And of all the wrong turns Ive made;
Much more numerous then the right.
And I wonder if they will ever
Be outweighed by the good.
I sit here lonely
Praying to who know what
Who knows who
Who knows when
Who knows why;
Not really understanding faith,
Fate,
or religion.
I sit here lonely
unsure of the decisions to come
Of what I truly want
And scared to death
that I wont want
what Ive made for myself.
I sit here lonely
Among these thirty people
lonely-
But not forgotten
Sad-
But not defeated.
Unsure-
But not completely lost
