Alone Poem by lucie smith

Settle down on the wooden chair,
Consumed with all my fears.
It's time that I prepare,
To cry without the tears.

Tangled among the ropes of responsibility,
Fighting to break free.
Struggling against my invisibility,
when will someone hear my plea.

Can't break out from these chains,
Enclosed within the room.
No blood pumps through my veins,
I'm just left to resume.

Nowhere to go, Noone who cares,
Yet I am not to moan.
It is time someone declares,
I will always be alone.