When I’m lonely, I feel like…

Something is wrong with me.
I’m being punished, and there is no escape.
Emptiness.
Nobody is there, nobody is here.
I’m unlovable.
I’m unlikeable.
I’m a burden.
I was created to be this way—to feel this.
Something is wrong with me.

I look fixed, but I’m broken.
I’m weak.
You see me, but you can’t see it.
Something is wrong with me.
Nobody cares.

In a crowded room, I can feel lonely.
Alone, I can feel lonely.
And then there are times when being alone is the best feeling in the world!
I need more of those times,
Because lately, I struggle with feeling like—
Something is wrong with me.

Something is off in how I perceive myself and others.
How can I be in a room surrounded by people and still feel this way?
It’s loneliness.
I just so happen to be a human who feels it.

In a room full of noise, it’s the quietness that speaks loudly—
Reminding me…
That I am lonely.