Surrounded

11.10.92

I sit.
Surrounded. Yet alone.
Crying for a world where i can be myself
And live alone,
Yet surrounded.

By people like me.
People whocan understand my feelings from a thousand miles
And leave me with them,
Or comfort me.

Only in this world,
People unlike me
Can't understand my feelings from a metre away.
They comfort me,
Only to bind me with their problems.
Only to lay moregrief
Onto the ground on which i tread.
So here I sit. Surrounded. Yet alone.