The Unseen Prove Most Dear Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

I'm surrounded by all these people who claim so much to care
Yet it's the ones I 'don't know' who are always there.
I feel so alone in a place supposedly home.
I wonder sometimes, as my mind always roams,
Would I be better off where they are?
In a place where 'home' would seem so far?
It's these people I meet but never have seen
That seem to mean the most to me...
Isn't it funny how those who are near
Are often the ones that to you are less dear?
All I want is to be rid of this pain,
To be able to live with joy again.
Of friends online I often boast.
It is those from afar who mean the most.