Lonely in the Crowd

At the sight of a title like that, you may be feeling...idk a little shocked, a little curious, maybe confused.  That is just the title of my poem that I wrote yesterday.  It has been long inspired, but had cooled down for a while. (I only write good poems if I am feeling the displayed emotion) Saturday afternoon I was either completely ignored by a guy I was trying to speak to or just unheard.  Either way, it happens a lot and brought back that same lonely emotion that inspired the poem. I was admittedly a bit angry because I hate being ignored, but I was also like,  "Ooh, now I can write that poem." I wrote it after church yesterday.  Here it is.

Lonely in the Crowd

Like an unseen mime

In the unseen box

I stand here,

Invisible, lost.

Unseen by those around

Here I am

Lonely in the crowd.

All around are smiling faces

That do not see

I'm in the darkest of places.

Can you not see me?

Here I am

Lonely in the crowd.

Not for lack of trying do I

Go unobserved by all who pass by.

Yes, I have confronted

Each one, attempting to gain

Their attention.

Still they look right through me

Leaving me here, alone

I no longer want to be

What I am now,

Just standing

Lonely in the crowd.

Now, yesterday was slightly different from the norm, I wore this magical stuff called lipstick and was seen by all of my buddies.  Like even the guy that I (after an almost desperate attempt to be his friend) finally gave up on, sat next to me. He was wearing a bow tie and I just want to point out that bow ties are super snazzy. I love it when he wears a bow tie.  A girl even asked for my number.  (in a friends sort of way obviously) At youth last night we played some super competitive games. The guy with the bow tie that I was referring to earlier, he won most of the time. He is like good at all things sports as well as a lot of other stuff. I got second place one time. I was laughing to hard to win. In the process I got a rug burn on both knees, and one had started bleeding just a bit. If you know me, you know that I get weak with blood and the idea of pain. So I went up to my friend Fearless Leader (that is her nickname) like,"help." She fixed me up. She was seriously my hero. But she used like an alcohol swab thingy to clean the one knee. She said it would sting a little.  She lied. lol I wanted to cuss. (I didn't cuss however because I am a good little person.) Yeah. Well my siblings are up and #4 is sick. #5 is learning to walk. (she keeps trying to type for me.) #3 is uh... playing with #5. Dad is grinding coffee beans. It might behoove everyone if I stopped talking now. If today's post makes no sense, it is because I have not had coffee yet.  I really hope it makes sense. 😅😅😅