I am an observer of life.
Of many people and events.
I watch as the life of those around me unfolds.
As they go through the ups and downs that it throws at them.
It makes me ask myself,
Who am I?
Why isn’t my life more like theirs?
Why do I suffer to get something that they easily attain?
Is there something wrong with me?
That others seem perfect while I seem defective.
All these questions run through my mind,
As I observe the life of others
As I observe their relationships with one another
And how so many things come easily to them
Soon I’m overwhelmed by a feeling.
But no, it’s not jealousy
For why should I be angry over a blessing bestowed on a person?
It’s a feeling of unhappiness and loneliness
A feeling that doesn’t seem to disappear
No matter how hard I try
It seems isolation has become my habitat, my home
When I try to run from it by being with company
I’m always thrown back into the abyss of loneliness
Maybe I’m not meant for a life of company
And I’m doomed to remain in isolation
Watching the lives of people pass me by
For such is it for an observer of life
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