The worst thing,
About being alone,
Is not being alone.

When you’re apart from them all,
But you’re forced to watch them,
Not alone, and happy,
With each other’s company,
They smile and laugh as you,
Wish you could be like them.

Apart from it all,
You can feel the joy of all those around you,
And it stabs,
Like a thousand little needles,
“Look at them, having fun”
It seems to taunt,
Endlessly,
On and on,
Until,
You just want,
To explode.

                                                Ktwilight

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