I sit with you,
I laugh with you,
I stay beside you,
But I feel lonely.
I do not speak,
All I do is listen to you.
I do not put an opinion,
I do not sit alone,
But neither do I talk.
I do not laugh alone,
But I do cry alone.
From time to time,
I indulge in self loathing,
Do I hate myself for being a laughing stock wherever I go,
Or am I tired of life from the get go.
I overthink my past,
I overthink my present,
Things for me remain the same,
And I do cry alone.
Lonely I feel because of my own powerlessness,
But worry not, I will become strong leaving behind all this carelessness.
For I have been told,
The world is a disgusting place,
Where strong prey upon the weak
And money is a friend with justice hand in hand.
This is the truth but worry not,
For I am the monster in creation to prey on this blooming land.