Crowded.
Full of life.
Yet, I sit. Lonely.
Empty.
I hear people's conversations.
I listen to them while they tell me stories.
About their life.
Their kids.
Their jobs.
And I sit. Lonely.
Empty.
And I think.
Is this how it's supposed to be?
Is this how I'm supposed to be?
Rude. Ignorant. Mean. Selfish. Arrogant. Sheltered.
Happy?
Am I the weird one?
And I sit. Lonely.
Empty.
Why can't I join them?
It seems so easy.
And yet I sit. In this crowded room.
Lonely.
Empty.
