Alone

Silence fills the room,
A crushing weight of gloom.
Sitting here it will seem,
as if the world is mean.
For no matter how I try,
I just can't seem to cry.

Alone.
A word that often draws a moan.
Alone.
A word that often brings a groan.
Alone.
A word that often means on your own.

I could stare into a mirror talk to my reflection,
But would the mirror crack upon deeper inspection?
For myself and I would not be excited by the company we keep.
Infact our own company often makes us sit and weep.

Alone.
A word that often I don't condone.
Alone.
A word that often is found to own.
Alone.
A word that often can't be thrown.

Loneliness can become an addiction,
Cold hard truths it's only affliction.
For I must face my inner turmoil, my own true self.
Alone I must do this or put my dreams upon a shelf.
For if I do not face my loneliness, my self, the truth.
Alone I'll be for others shall forever stay aloof.