Title: Loneliness
by Rachel from London | in writing, poetry
They all walk past, talking and happy,
Take no notice of who's sitting in the corner- me.
Everyone loves and everyone is loved,
But I'm here, with no one by my side,
And no where to hide.
A freak, a love, that's how I'm known,
No feeling, no love, to me is shown.
I just want someone to hold, is that too much to ask?
But why cry and moan,
I'll always lie here, desperate and alone.
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