All AloneA Poem by Somber EyesThe starving artist in his studio suite The famous rock star in his penthouse suite The American president in the White House sleeps And I am all alone
The popular crowd and all of their cliques The sporty jocks and all of their chicks The nerds in the corner studying politics And I am all alone
The gossips who always have something to say The outcasts sitting far at bay Everyone in class today And I am all alone
The perfect cheerleaders walk right past The "in" crowd point their fingers and laugh But another lost soul comes over and asks "Why are you all alone?" © 2012 Somber Eyes |
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Added on November 16, 2012 Last Updated on November 16, 2012 Author
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