British Writer on American Soil

Poem – Alone

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by

RvnXavier
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I go to work
I see my family
I have some friends
Very few, actually.

I hear from people
When there’s something they want or need
And of course, I always jump
To help them to succeed.

Noone knows
No one cares
No one sees past
The fake smile that’s bared.

Why do I exist
Am I destined to be alone
Why is life so much harder
When you are all on your own.

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