Strength in Loneliness

I was sick of it. Sullen. Depressed. A mess. Resigned to being lonely, And reaching all the same. I saw pity in eyes, Texts, And extra-long hugs from those who haven't really hugged me in years. I still tried. I danced. I smiled. I laughed and loved. Fun was so foreign, And there I was. It still all feels fake. Am I important? Doubtful. Beautiful & disgusting. But I must be, So I embrace it. I sacrifice my clarity To keep grip on my sanity, And I be myself- Alone.