P e n s . D o w n

Friday, July 31, 2009:

I made my way to the playground

Like I do everyday

It is better than being at home

an alcohol-filled tomb

Where I have no say

I am alone

Back to the wall I went

My only companion and friend

The children walk past

with the verbal cyanide and cold stares

Me they will never understand

I am alone

The teacher thinks I'm dumb

The children think I'm weird

My dad doesn't give a damn

As I desperately try to cover

The bruises on my arm

Its better being alone

Why do some of them keep on trying?

To pull me me out of where stand

They should just give up

Cos' I like it here, just as I am..

I like being alone

My happiness is here

Happiness that you will never get

Happiness is not smiles

Happiness is not friends

Happiness is being by yourself

I am truly happy here, alone.

Today, I am going away

To another place, another way

Goodbye wall, but I'll be back one day

I chalked my mark there

Hope that people will come and take my place

And you'll won't be alone

~Inspired at 8:19 AM~
.................... 2 comments

2 Comments:

ooh, u have taken a diff. perspective....
all those ive seen so far say that the loner does NOT want to be lonely.. but u say he does... nice :)

By Fawziah Shaik, at August 1, 2009 at 2:38 PM

Yes I as discussing this poem with my friend and we brought up this perspective of loneness as comfort. Some people enjoy being alone (but usually, not allll the time) because it gies them space and time to know who they are. Having the confidence and strength to seek solace in oneself is also an ability that is very much helpful.

By Ms.Li, at August 1, 2009 at 7:57 PM