Do they ever look beneath the smile;
Broad and warm with life
And see the real me;
Sad and lost and wandering?
Do they?
Do they even listen to what I say,
Just so they could feel how empty my words are,
However full they sound to be?
Or is their story all that matters?
Do they even see how much I'm suffering,
Trying hard not to crumble to pieces,
So I won't be carried away by the raging waters,
To a place of no return?
If they do, then why have they not asked?
Why have they not listened or cared to know how I'm feeling?
Why can't they embrace me and tell me "Everything will be okay"?
Do they really care?
Or am I just an Island,
In the middle of an ocean,
Where the boats don't dock,
And the birds don't nest...
Am I an Island of solitude?
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