Alone or in a crowd of friends we must be happy with ourselves.
My mind fails me a little each day,
but my heart still pumps all the way.
Feelings get hurt,
kicked in the dirt.
Where are the friends
who comforts and mends?
Were they truly a friend?
I just can’t comprehend.
Alone is how I feel.
I sometimes can’t conceal.
I must now depend on me,
as this is how it should be.
I will be happy with just me.
My mind and heart do agree.
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