Soulless

I’m always there
Always watching
Always looking in
Always the thing you see for moment
But then won’t admit I exist

I hide in plain sight
Though nobody looks
I try to look like I live
But it doesn’t work
And everyone knows
They just can’t admit it

I was born to be alone
In that fact I find no pain
But looking into lives
I see what I could gain
Staring in the window
I stand out in the cold
And wonder what life would be like
If I wasn’t truly alone

I find it kind of amusing
When they say that I have friends
That they count themselves among them
Is laughable at best
They say that they really know me
I don’t have to stand in the cold
Like they wouldn’t put
A knife through my back
The second got old

And thought I may be a shadow
Alone and in the cold
I’ve still got it better than you
“Cause I don’t have a soul

Author's Note

Longer than my average poem.

Reviews

[Megan Simpson]

Yeah, it is longer, but very intense. It's really good, but btw you are my friend. So you better not have been writing fully about yourself :)

[EvilIsRelative]

Not completely, it's heavily exacerbated.

[Megan Simpson]

Good!

[Pi Cee]

You do. We all do. It a matter of if they matter to anyone or not. Would that anyone be God, a fellow person, or a martian. People don't like to admit somebody else is better than them, they don't like to see what another person thinks when they don't understand it. If anything, that could give you at least a positive spin on being alone.

[EvilIsRelative]

I was going more the extremes of depression, bitterness, and loneliness. I guess I could have drawn that out differently though.

[Pi Cee]

No, I got it. It just seemed too real to just blow off as just words though. So I was offering the positive in the fact that I've recently dwelled there too...