Who Stands Alone

I see a girl

who stands alone,

but is not lonely.

Her head is high,

she smiles and waves;

but she is only in my head.

I wish I were her

because if I was,

I could walk with

confidence/

I could go unafraid,

I might even conquer the world.

And yet I see,

these stone cold statues

that don't feel,

that don't see,

but call themselves human.

How can I,

small in this world,

an insignificant life,

hope to conquer 

something so big?

How can I

hope to be unafraid

in a world so fearful?

I don't know how.

There are no instructions,

there is no one to guide me.

Just me, myself, and I

to tell me where to go.

That is how I know, 

that within all possibilities,

I could be that girl,

who stands alone,

but is not lonely

and conquers the world.

Author's Note

I had a freakin' long doctor's appointment today in which I got inspiration to write this little peice. Seriously, I spent four hours in the hospital. It wasn't fun.

I haven't posted in a while so I hope you all like this :). Comments and constructive criticism are always appreciated.