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Alone in a Crowd
I feel like an apparition,
Drifting through crowded halls,
Sliding past people,
Laughing and Happy,
They see me pass by,
But I'm just a ghost,
Going through life,
Repetitiously, Mechanically,
How can I love someone,
When they are so unlovable,
How can I love Myself.
Floating like driftwood,
Lost, Sand blasted, Worn out, Detached
In a foamy sea of self-loathing,
Struggling to find the shore,
Dreaming of dry land,
Each time the tide comes in,
So close to that which you seek,
Only to be washed back out,
The tide comes and the tide goes,
Maybe one day I will reach the shore.
