I see myself in the shining light.
Deeply saddened by the site.
I am not alone, but by myself.
In the corner with no one else.
Everyone is looking and I see nothing.
Missing out again.
On the outside looking in.
Left to live vicariously.
So alone I sit in the corner.
Where I feel safe.
Wiping a tear, faking a smile.
Pretending I am content with loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem