The Beginning...
The Beginning...
Alone
I sit beside myself and think,
what could have been,
if I had gone another way,
of friends, of joy, of happiness,
of being accepted by the group,
and yet, I know I would decline.
This shallow life with many friends,
letting others choose for me,
what to eat, drink, wear, think,
the "path of least resistance",
I would never be alone,
Yet I think that I would not be fulfiled.
Is someone alone,
if they're not with themselves but others?
So I sit here and write,
with only me to hear my pains,
to share my worries,
to help soothe my tattered nerves.
Few friends have I,
but they are good, trustworthy.
But none know all of me,
so I stay alone,
Most of my life,
wondering what could have been...
I'm just a guy.
My IM name is LoneCowboyB for those concerned.
NOTE*The poem I did not write but I put it there because I feel that it best described me when I created this webpage.*
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