• I stand in the middle of space, alone.
    I feel lonely.
    Everyone said he/she would be here.
    Everyone promised.
    But, where is everyone?
    I am alone.
    There are rooms all around me, filled with happy people.
    They are the people who promised me.
    They promised they would listen.
    They promised they would comfort me.
    They promised they would do anything for me.
    They promised.
    Yet, I am alone.
    They look preoccupied.
    They must be preoccupied with their "problems."
    They frequently tell me about their "problems."
    They don't know real pain.
    I'm tired of hearing about their so-called "problems."
    When I try to tell them about my pain, they disappear.
    Sometimes they half-listen, then give me "advice" like they're experts.
    Nobody knows or attempts to understand my pain.
    I am alone.
    I try to talk to them, but they're too engrossed in their "priorities" to deal with me.
    I thought I was their number one priority?
    I'm always pushed back for their needs.
    Not needs, more like wants.
    Looking around at the oh-so-happy people, I scream at the top of my lungs.
    Nobody moves.
    Nobody even turns around to look.
    Nobody cares.
    They avoid me.
    When I confront them about their avoidance, they claim to really care about me.
    They deny my accusations.
    It is when I stand alone and see everyone else being happy do I realize my true sadness.
    I am alone.