There is a time,
When loneliness seems a crime
When I ponder, why am I alone?
Of these types of thoughts I have been prone
I used to measure myself based on what others think
Now I just write about it, using pen and ink.
Many a night I have stayed up and cried
But all it really took was to look deep inside.
It was then that I realized that I choose my fate
And attitude is about my mind’s state
I realized now that it is all up to me
And now I’m comfortable with myself as company
I get to do all things that I like to do,
Without wondering if it would be fun for them two
The choices are all mine to make,
And I never have to be fake
Or worry of the risks that I want to take
But eventually thoughts of wanting someone to care
With whom all my adventures I want to share
Begin nagging at my heels, like a lost stray
That I know is there to stay
But I try my best to make go away,
And finally for a month or so I succeed
And I’m happy being alone once more I concede
However I know that deep within my core
The thoughts will show themselves once more
And I am stuck in loneliness’s revolving door.

geez............I must be the 1 jamming the door..........

Thank you myka

Enya it seems the door can fit lot's of people

Something there is that does not need a revolving door

Very nice write, Isaac

Good Write!

Yet the beauty of a revolving door is there is plenty of room for someone to step into it with you

Nice write isaac!