The Thing About One

One is the number we all strive to be

But isn't it so

Lonely?

I hate the fact that I'm by

Myself

When I know I'm pretty friendly.

You'd never guess what I've felt

Because don't I seem so perfect?

And I know you wouldn't care

Didn't talk to you much anyway

I guess you think I don't either

But boy are you inaccurate!

I'm done with being one

I want to come back to everyone.