Lonely…
Home alone underneath my bed,
Amongst the dust bunnies, old shoe boxes, dirty socks, and haunting voices in my head…

Lonely…
Like a lost ship at sea, being tossed into the grey fog, gone amidst a haze, their voices becoming echo’s, doubting they’ll every to ever be found again and free.

Lonely….
Roaming these dark endless hallways, with the lights all fading to black-
So cold, I could be tunneling through hollowed bones instead- wondering if I’ll ever make it back.

Lonely…
Surrounded by such a massive crowd-
Yet I still seem to stand alone
Center stage in my tutu dancing for all the world,
And still my name remains unknown.