The hall is very crowded,

But I’m the only one here ,

There are so many people that I can’t count ,

Yet I only have myself to talk to,

Everyone is in different pairs,

For me to have such is rare,

I look around me,

I see people,

Happy people,

People with friends,

A thing I may never have,

For I am a social misfit,

Not knowing the definition of a social life,

Throwing away all hopes of it,

Wishing someone would talk to me,

But regretting it once they do,

In the end I’m alone.

This is my second attempt on a poem hope you guys liked it .

Please I’ll appreciate it if you can comment and suggest a topic for me to write on … Thanks.