So, you complain about being alone
Sometimes, others don't make you feel lonely
You just make yourself alone
The family is at the table
You stand up and decide to sit in the corner
And when they invite you to join them, you refuse
Then you'll complain about being alone
Do you not know that the earth is round?
That means it's endless
And so are its people
You complain about being lonely
When really you just make yourself alone
But as for others, they are shunned out
Almost like they were edited out of a picture
In the end they reject company
And complain about being alone
A friend shouts for attention but is being ignored
He is frustrated
Someone lends a listening ear to him
He rudely walks away
And later complains about feeling lonely
So, you complain about being alone
Are you sure you don't make yourself lonely?
And put the blame on others
Don't forget that the earth is round
Meaning it's endless
And so are its people
At least one person wouldn't want to leave you by yourself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Be a true yourself; then never feel the loneliness; nice to read you