My Days Alone
I wake up in the morning
Alone in my room.
I get up, I get dressed
Then go down into gloom.
The house is still and silent,
As I go about my chores.
And then I’m off to school again
And still all on my own.
I see the people I call my friends.
I see their smiling faces.
I know they don’t truly know me
But the real me can’t be brought out again.
The bell rings and I go to class
I sit and do my work.
The bell rings and I’m off again
And again and again and so forth.
Lunch at least is pleasant,
I don’t have to act so much.
But the best time of day is the end of the day,
When all is silent and done.
I get home from school,
Do my homework and more chores.
Then I sit with my book and cup of tea,
And I read forever more.
The day is almost done
When I emerge from our library.
I sit and eat my supper
And then leave again, unnoticed.
I go out to the garage
And hop onto the computer.
I talk to people who know me better,
Than those around me will ever.
I talk until its time for bed,
Occasionally having a laugh.
Then I go to the shower to cry again
For something I’ll never have.
Then I walk up the stairs,
Climb into bed.
One more day alone I’ve passed
Just to repeat them again.
Every day I stand alone,
Wanting to be wanted.
Every night I lie in bed,
Wanting to be wanted.
RmeGamr Community Member 
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