alone

look at that loner.

she sits in her corner.

is she day-dreaming?

watch her eyes,

they dont blink.

she is so alone.

she is so unwanted.

she is so unloved.

i choose to sit alone.
when i say fuck off,
there is a hint that
yes, i do feel unloved.
but that doesnt mean
i choose to be unloved.
id choose love above
anything else.
i choose to be that
'loner'
i am not abandoned
until you hear me
and choose not to listen.
i like it when you
join me in my silence.
but dont try to
change me.
yeah, maybe the drugs
make me a little dopey.
but, god, i daydream
because i hate reality.
i am not a loner,
a choose to be alone.