Through all the years of wear and tear,
The sounds of night I cannot bear—
Laughter, joy, and friends’ delight
Contrast starkly with my lonely night.
Silence is the shade I own,
Yet warmth of friends is what I long.
Alas! My nature shuns the light,
Estranged from those in friendship’s sight.
For kindness, given, fades to naught
By those who held it all forgot.
So here I dwell in solemn plight,
Alone among the dead of night.
I'm writing down my experience with my friends. Always have I been kind, ready to help them when I can. However, for some reason, I am never invited to any outings that they have unless of course I am present when they plan. So I write this poem just to vent my frustrations of my relationships over the years