by Julia Koch

Created on: July 02, 2007

Lonely.

I'm standing here alone
Watching the world revolve around me
Without me.
I don't think they see me.
I'm not invisible, they could see
Me if they wanted to.
But they don't.
So I'll just stand here
On this patch of grass
Waiting for someone to notice.
I'm tired of jumping up and down
Trying to alert them to the
Fact of my existence.
I don't think it matters
If I jump up and down or not
I'll still be standing here feeling
Lonely.
I wonder if it would hurt them
To notice me. Or if it would
Upset Nature's equilibrium.
Sometimes I think I am destined to be
Juliet, and the world is my
Romeo.
I fooled everyone into believing
I was dead and I woke up to find
That everything I loved had
Died right beside me while I slept.
And now I stand here on my
Patch of grass.
Lonely.

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