Understanding

On my bed floor,

holding my legs my head bowed down,

I cry for help but no one listens.

How can a man surrounded by so many,

Feel so alone,

So misunderstood?

Voices in vain,

As everyone pretends,

Many see it but no one understands.

A lone drifter,

Walking through the world of plenty,

I stand abandoned,

Each one has an opinion

With answers many,

But none mine.

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