By Myself

I'm somewhat of a lone-wolf.
I don't speak my mind much.
But, when I do, no one seems to care.
Even though there are only few times I'll share...

I watch the people around me,
If only I was like that.
I wish someone dedicated their time for me.
I'm the locked door, that in order to open, needs a key.

I'm so sick of walking all by myself.
I'm so sick of having these thoughts unshared.
I'm so sick of being all alone.
I'm so sick of doing everything on my own.

Days come and go,
How much more of this can I take?
I want a shoulder to lean on when I'm feeling down.
No longer do I want to continue to frown.

Because I am so sick of being all alone,
and so sick of doing everything on my own.

(AUTHORS NOTE: Hey everyone. This poem was written because I was feeling down and I was going through things all on my own. I think everyone feels this way sometime in their life. Please leave comments!)