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Lonely Man
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Personal Poems Quietly he sits,
His eyes gaze upon the people,
As they laugh and talk with one another.
Yet he talks to no one.
Alone at the table.
Almost alone in the world.
He sits quietly,
Shows no emotion,
Acts like he enjoys being by himself.
Says it lets him "think"
Yet all he thinks is how cold the world is.
A mysterious man,
Never has shown his true self.
Always been a lie one way or another.
Even now,
Things are hidden away,
Even he doesn’t' remember.
He just sits alone,
Drives alone,
Is alone.
Perhaps besides three people,
No one really knows him.
They think they know him,
But they don't.
And seemingly never would guess,
The act is pulled off so well.
For now he hides,
For now he stays a mystery.
Sitting alone,
Watching the party.
