Surrounded by people,
Yet completely alone.

Unnoticed.
Unwanted.
Ignored.

Groups of friends chatter,
And no one asks you to join.

Unheard.
Unseen.
Silenced.

Your stomach feels empty,
Your mind adrift.

Unwanted.
Unloved.
Alone.

Friends will come,
And be made into family.

Warm.
Alive.
Understood.

It's okay to be lonely,
Someone will come.