Walking Alone

It is a long and lonely road 

when you know you walk alone. 

Walking down the streets 

a broken, lifeless soul. 

I go unnoticed by the masses

looking in to the faces of many.

Watching them as they smile, and 

pretend everything is okay. 

But when they see me coming 

their smiles turn to frowns like 

I am the epitome of sadness. 

Hiding in the shadows hoping 

someone will notice me. 

Scars unseen by the naked eye

but seem very real to me. 

Hiding behind them as if 

they were my protection. 

From this road I walk alone.  

Reviews

[Hannah]

This poem is really powerful. I greatly relate to what you have written. When you write "but when they see me coming their smiles turn to frowns like I am the epitome of sadness" you describe something that can be seen in society but that I feel goes unnoticed sometimes. Unless you are the person being frowned upon. And then wishing "someone would notice me" is just really painful because I have been there before and I feel for you and this poem.

[Luuucy]

The lines: "Scars unseen by the naked eye
but seem very real to me.
Hiding behind them as if
they were my protection." This really spoke to me, but I can't eloquently explain why. The paradox of using scars as protection, and hiding in the dark wanting to be found-- I feel like I understand exactly what you mean.

[Alucard6336]

Hey, in life, we are never alone. I'm going to read several of your works and I chose this one first.

I'd be your friend, without a doubt. Through your writing, I can already tell I like you.

[Curtis.Lenker]

Thanks. I appreciate your kind words.

[Cherrie]

You lead the reader right down the road with ya

[Curtis.Lenker]

Thank you for your kind words.

[barleygirl]

Intense portrayal of how it feels to be invisible in the middle of the masses. And it's a feeling that most everyone can relate to. This line: "when they see me coming their smiles turn to frowns" . . . I get the feeling this is mostly a figment of a depressed mind . . . not so much how people are looking at the narrator, but how depression can turn every glance into something almost sinister. These are the pictures your poem paints in my mind. Thanks for sharing this very realistic message.

[Curtis.Lenker]

Thank you. Its one of my older works. I wrote this one going through a hard time. A lot of my work is like this. Its the style of writing I excel at.

[barleygirl]

I always write better when I'm telling my own personal truth. There's power behind it, whereas made-up stories, no matter how well crafted, just don't have the same emotional impact.

[Dalton Wagoner]

Well done! I like the depth and emotion in the piece. This poem reminds me of that song, "I Walk Alone" by Green Day. Perhaps you were inspired by it?

[Curtis.Lenker]

No its one of my older works.

[Dalton Wagoner]

Ohhhh okay. 👍