Loneliness
by
Ian Stevens
Whenever
I walk down a corridor,
I
see so many friends talking with joy.
My
mind wants to learn to make companions for,
inside
I am lonely because I'm coy.
I
look around and yearn to speak,
make
new friends I can play with and talk,
but
my cowardness restrains me, so now I seek,
for
courage to step out and destroy this lock.
If
I could care for and share my inner feelings with someone,
that
would be the greatest gift I could receive.
To
have fun with everyone and forget being alone,
would
help me dull the pain and grief.
My
desire is for everyone to be a friend,
but
I need guidance to help me learn,
to
be more social, and I need a hand to help and lend,
so
everyone can see me as a friend and stop the burn.
So
help me, teach me how to make new friends,
that
will make me happy and destroy this lie.
So
that my life will show truth and in the end,
have
friends right by my side.