Alone

I wrote this a few months back when I was worrying about some things. I don't feel alone now and I curse myself for thinking that way but my best writing seems to come from Sadness/Anger/Love. So yeah

The days waltz by at a maddeningly
Slow Pace.

All of my moments seem frozen in
Agonizing loneliness.

Everyone has somewhere to go,
Someone to see.

I watch people mold together and
Fall Apart.

I am frozen with the fear of
Losing Those I care for.

Maybe she'll make a better friend,
Maybe he'll love a prettier companion.

All my fears are unrealistic and filled
With selfishness.

Attachment scares me but it also
Comes naturally.

I feel alone
Deep down I know I'm not
But my selfish fears
Eat me alive