I am alone but not lonely
Even amidst people and society
I live each day as if it is my last
Knowing fully clear death is sure to cast.
I am filled with longing though I am fully satisfied
Life showers me with goodness, satiating my unfathomable sadness
Like a poet’s heart, I break like glass shards in the dark
I am brittle yet I am strong in my silent madness.
Not all people understand my sober yet moody manner
My soul is wracked but I am at peace in my silent center
It’s hard to live inside this clothing, my body
But I get by, I am sad but happy.
