How many times must I say
‘I feel so alone’
Before someone pays attention?
I’m a white lace handkerchief
Lying forgotten in a drawer
Abandoned by the ones for whom I was intended
I’m a bowl of sugar at a tea party
Hosted by madmen and corpses
Sitting untouched
I’m a mountain peaked with ice
Cold, alone and treacherous
With a heart of stone and snow
How many years must I watch
Glide past without care
Before someone sees who I am?
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