Sitting alone in the corner of a room,
for hours on end,
music playing so loud,
it's suffocating.
surrounded by a world of make believe feelings.
where I'm loved, and wanted.
It's painful being ripped back to reality,
where I'm drowning in my own isolation and jealousy.
I'm covered in a pretentious aura of happiness,
my true self invisible to the world,
but i cant see them either,
that is, i cant see them through the tears.
it may seem like a petty over-exaggeration.
the silent ramblings of a teenage girl.
but would it be such a crime,
for just one person to acknowledge my despair?
Of course it would.
I have no one.
I should get used to being,
so hopelessly alone.
