The Sad Silhouette

Out On A Starry Night Hill...
Is Where I Reside.
I Am Laying Upon A Picnic Blanket,
With No Food Whatsoever...
And Nobody's Around...

..It's Just Me...
Like Usual.

I'm Staring At The Sky,
With My Hands Behind My Head,
And My Legs Crossed.

A Quiet,
Peaceful Night Like This...
It Makes You Wonder.

What Am I Doing Here? On Earth?

Why Am I Sitting Out Here?...All Alone?

Why Do I Feel As Though..I've Hurt Somebody?

I Begin To Frown At These Internal Conflicts...

Why Must I Beat Myself Up?
So That Others...
Can Be Amused?

So That They,
Can Warm Up To Their Laughter?
Or So That I Feel,
Even More Cold?

...

An Ordinary Fire,
Can't Make Me Feel,
All Warm And Sung,
In This Kind Of Situation...

The Only Fire,
I Could Possibly Produce,
Would Be A Completely Destructive One...

That Wouldn't Help Anyone...

A Tear Falls As I Realize,
That I'm Just Hurting Myself,
Even More.

I Close My Eyes,
And Focus On My Family,
My Friends,
My...

My Friends.

My...Friend...

I Start To Sob Over The Thought,
And Without Knowing It,
Describe Myself...
As A Silhouette.

All Dark.
All Unknown.
All Lonely...

...

...Why Must I Be So Lonely?...