I.... Poem by Patrick OBrien

I stand alone,
This fact is well known.

I yearn for a love that will never be,
I yearn for the one who can guide me.

I do not know if I have ever felt happy,
While everyone around me is so snappy.

Or do they do what I do and hide my pain,
Because they know as well as I do that hate and fear will always reign.

I stand 'alone' in a crowd,
A crowd of people who say life is good,
But I know,
I know it is a lie.

What is happiness?
Something that brings warmth and light to our cold dark lives,
Or is a shield a shield to protect us from hate and fear,
Or is it a blanket that that covers all that we hate and fear?

Why do we say we're ok when were not?
Why do we find one emotin and use it as a light, a shield, a blanket,
And forget the rest?

Why am I alone,
In a sea of people who are the same as me?