this is a poem i wrote for a book i'm putting together

The Lonely Man (of a Thousand Friends)

I spend my time in my room confiding in my pen
the paper does not judge me, nor does it betray
the days go by like years, and the years seem like eternity
every fleeting whisper twists perception, in spite of legitamcy
mentally how do you rationalize what you can't understand?
how can someone accept someone that doesn't accept themselves?
as something to everyone and everything to no one
only in pain am i not a ghost
the lonely man of a thousand friends
Jordan Graham

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