The Crowd.

I hate the fact that when I walk,
I rarely have to move my feet.
The crowd does the work for me.
Eventually they will disperse,
each go their own way.
For now,
they are one.
They are faceless.

Yet I am not a part of them.
Even as an onlooker,
They say I stand out.
Because when I'm alone...
I don't have to pretend I'm not dying inside.

Even in such a huge crowd,
there's not one person...
Not one person that cares enough to make me pretend.

Because in that crowd,
I'm totally
and completely
alone.