I feel alone,
solo in a world full of choirs.
No faces turn to see me,
no ears hear my song.
No one really sees me at all
or calls to see if I’m there.
At times I feel
as though I don’t exist.
I’m alone,
solo in a world
full of duets.
No harmony is sung
to wrap around my melody,
no arms to hold me close.
No song is sung just for me,
for my ears alone.
No eyes see me
in the way I dream
of being seen.
Sleep is my only escape.
My dreams full of this man
who isn’t perfect
but perfect for me.
My dreams my solace
for the fear
that everyday I wake up with:
dying alone.