Alone

Alone, but not really.

There's people around.

But when somebody sees me,

they put their head down.

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Alone, I mean maybe.

Seven billion folks.

And not one I can hang with,

share stories and jokes.

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The barista seems kind

but her smile won't last.

All friendliness ends

once the coffee is passed.

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Alone best defines me.

Some people aren't meant

to spend time with others,

fulfilled and content.

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