Loneliness • • • Emma Southern

Loneliness

Emma Southern

I feel lonely when I sit in an empty room It’s quiet but my thoughts are loud I dwell on mistakes and failures and hypotheticals and truths and lies and uncertainties

I feel lonely when I sit in a crowd The room is loud but my panic is louder Surrounded by the people and the conversations and the movements and the confusion and the pressure and the doubt

I’m trapped in my loneliness I am my own captor and guard, I made my own cage Which grows stronger if I try to escape It is built from anxiety and reinforced with fear I don’t think there’s an escape