Alone In A Crowd
He couldn't see we weren't close
He only tried to play the role
She didn't see the pain I felt
She attempted to bribe me into guilt
They all did the same to me and in the end, I was left out
When you grow up alone in a crowd, you get used to relying on yourself
When you turn and see hundreds of empty people who can't even remember your name
That's when I lost expectations and made some realizations
Alone in a crowd called my siblings but pen and paper were more stable
Pen became my counselor and paper was my medicine
My thoughts became my friends and they never tried to change me
Writing was my drug and I got addicted to it's feeling
He tried to say the past is the past
He didn't realize the years that have passed
She suddenly lost the memory of the neglect she inflicted
She couldn't come to terms with the thought of her belittling
They both only saw the life they lived in the crowd
But still alone in a crowd, I cried and cried
Years and years with ghoastly shadows lurking on my every move
Appearing to care but not for reality
Alone in a crowd is where I met poetry
Alone in a crowd as a child without
I found a safe haven which led me to an out
They did so little for me but I gained so much
Sometimes being alone in a crowd helps you find your life
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