Alone Poem by Ellen Mendez

Walking in the blues of nowhere,
Doing things like ever
A routine in my everyday life
That nothing would change whatever it might

Wanted to mingle, wanted some fun
But where are they? they're gone.
Wanted to shout, wanted to cry
But who am i to imply?

They don't want to be with me
They don't want to talk with me
Walking alone in nowhere,
Whoever now will give me a spare?

Somebody ask, what's your problem?
I smiled staring at her with beauty
I have none, i said, trying to hide what had i emblem
Your a loner said she; am i really?

Being a loner is merely a choice, might be
For being who you are is making a choice
Being alone, being with someone is a choice
So we can change anytime.. maybe