Lonely in a Crowded Room

It happens ...

You're surrounded by family and friends and happiness, yet you still feel alone and isolated.

It's not their faults. They didn't let you down. The didn't leave you behind.

No, you're just hyper focused on all the things you've lost over the years and how little you have left from it. You're engrossed in the mistakes of the past to the point where you feel like you'll never change. You're finding yourself alone because you don't feel like you're good enough to be a friend, a sister, a mother, a wife, et al.

It happens ...

It's happening ...

And the whole time ... you're fully aware of it's absolute ridiculousness ... yet you ignore it.

You want to be loved, but you push loved ones away.

You want to be liked, but you make yourself unlikeable.

You want to be noticed, but you hide under the radar.

You want to be somebody, anybody ... but you're too busy focusing on how nobodyesque you are. (Even if you're not.)

It happens ...

Keeps happening ...

But you put on a smile. You wear it like a mask. You keep your thoughts to yourself and your emotions hidden.

You've got the look of someone who's got it together. The smile of someone who's truly happy. The artificial confidence everyone wishes they had.

You fake it to make it.

You appear to thrive only to survive.

You hold yourself together as you soul falls apart.

You act strong when you've never been so weak.

And you fool the world.

Or do you?

Do they see right through you?

Do they hear your thoughts?

Do they know your secrets?

It's possible ...

It happens ...

Might be happening right now.