To what do i owe this visit
A friend named Alone
I tend to call him Blackness
I call him that because
he looks that way.
Around everyone I tend
fade to the Blackness.
He is a friend I wouldn't take
out in public. He makes me
feel awkward all the time.
I scream at him to go
away, but he just doesn't.
Then as I look around
and realize who and
where I am; He's right.
No one wants me, No
one even cares.
I don't like Alone; he
is always right.
I will be alone for the rest of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
[Lonely, I, Mr. lonely; I've nobody- For my own ] I like this poem! !