utterly alone

walking the halls alone,

crowded like always,

noise from every direction,

still I feel utterly alone.

 

People talk amongst friends,

people have stories to share,

people feel at home.

still I feel utterly alone.

 

at a desk ready to start learning,

the teacher is talking and children join in the conversation,

to me the conversation is floccinaucinihilification,

still I feel utterly alone.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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