The Corner Table

Sitting at the corner table Writing the lyrics of my own demise. People see me but move along Ignoring the sound of my cries. I know I give the impersonation That I want to be left alone, But such a thing is not the case And this, I wish, I could have shown. I see some playing pool Across me with their friends And as one shoots another ball Her partner starts to grin. Friends are such wonderful people But it seems like I have none. Nobody is here to comfort me Or help me to have fun.