I stand alone,
alone again
trying to understand
the purpose I have.
The sadness engulfs me,
my worries, my fears
consume me...

I go through each day,
a smile on my lips,
trying to convince 
my friends, the world, myself
that I'm alright.

Is this all there is to life?
Is there a reason,
a need for me here...?

Alone again 
I wonder
if pleasing everyone
is meant to make me happy...

Am I important...?
Do I matter to you...?
Am I already forgotten...?

Alone again,
I cry for you -
to hear you speak 
to my hurting soul,
to hear you say again -
I'm here for you,
cry no more...

   

© Ankhs
March 26, 2006