Unlonely

I sit in a crowded room
With no one next to me
A pen held in my hand
My thoughts have no end

Everyone knows me      
But I have no friend
Someone calls me their bestie
Words are water on sand

My joys beckon fake smiles
My pain is my own
I walk alone for miles
Even though I am not alone

In this deafening noise
My heart is silent
In this sole silence
I hear a tiny whisper

"I am your dearest friend
The invisible hand in your hand"
I knew then without a doubt
I am my own best friend!


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