Hotline Poem by Frederick JB Moore II

I'm alone.
I've always been alone,
And that's not alright.

It pains me
To drive everyone away.

It lowers my ambitions.

It makes me love far too quickly-
And too easily.
There's nothing wrong with an eager heart,
But it's broken far too casually.

Loneliness keeps me awake at night
And drives me mad in the waking-hours.

I feign strength to attempt normality...
But the strong can tell.

I'm always alone.