"Dark Corner"

I glace around at the faces,
My hand twitches nervously.
Biting my lip, I turn to them.
They only walk away.

I sigh, hanging my head.
Hopeful, I walk to others,
Yet they, too, ignore me.
Hopeless, I sit down in the dark corner.

Hanging my head in shame,
I silently curse the shower of tears.
The room thins out;
Still I sit alone.

Suddenly, I feel hands upon me.
I look up, ashamed at the tears.
They see the drops, pet my head gently,
Then tell me I have to leave.

A room full of people;
Only one cares.
A world full of people;
Perhaps I can find that one who cares.

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