As I drift aimlessly through these crowded halls, I feel the cold claws of loneliness.

This torture of which we seem to endure, clouds our better judgement, has impaired our non- asinine thoughts.

We never see the greatness of another being, because we only see the outside.  

I'm a part of every group, yet  have no one beside me, no one who understands me.

I'm pretty, smart, strong, and kind, yet no one really bothers to get to know me.

I supress omnipresent thoughts, that are so scattered they are unclear.

Why is it  that no one knows how dark it is inside, untill we turn off the porch light?