Jul 31
I’m in a crowded room
Filled with gloom,
They are all having fun,
I feel as if my day is done.
No one is talking to me,
I started talking to myself,
I feel kinda scared,
They all think I am weird,
Dear God, I’m not odd,
I’m only lonely. by Dorothy Maude.
Poems are like diaries they tell a story. I was in a crowded room a few Sundays ago. Everyone was engrossed in conversation but no one was talking to me. I felt so lonely I don’t think they were aware I wasn’t included.