Being alone

Is all I own.

But there's nothing, no,

When they all go.

 

A facade I wear...

Why should I care

When my feelings no one shares,

When wherever I go,

Nobody's there?

 

With no one there to encourage

   me,

I feel I have no use.

Discouraged,

I give myself to the shifting voyage

   of life.

 

I realize,

I need a pair of eyes

   To look back at me

And to look through

    all of my lies.

 

A hand to hold,

"You're good," I'm told.

It's as good as gold,

When

    I'm not

       Alone.