Gone, everyone is gone, I am all alone, the voices are
drifting away and disappear. Silence, nothing moves or makes
a noise, except the chirping of a bird on a tree, the
flapping of a bird's wings against a window and the faraway
voices of people talking of nothing important. Someone comes
in and leaves frightened by the idea of being alone.I feel
like the wall in the room , the dust on the floor or just
the chalk in the board. I am ignored but yet noticed. I am
talked to bet shunned. I am alone, all alone and yet I don't
care. People - coming in, seeing me and are disappointed, a
boy, a girl, they leave. Silence again, nothing but the
noise of their shoes as they walk away talking of things I
cannot hear or understand but I know even if I was standing
right beside them, their words I would not understand.
Silence, oh such beautiful peaceful silence, I long for
every night and yet here in this cold place the silence
seems threatening. Being alone is so sad, so very sad but I
don't like people. Always being fake, making faces and
acting weird, but still I like them around me. Oh, such
quiet. Someone comes in. Then leaves. I say goodbye. Silence
again, oh well.