Alone Poem by Stasia Cayla

Here I am again
Alone in this dark, cold room
Voices all around me
Telling me I'm not good enough to do anything
I'll never amount to anything
I won't become anyone special

I believe them
What's the point in fighting them
I was never good at anything anyways

The voices stop
And one strong, clear voices says
'You are worth something.
You will become someone
Be patient and know that you are not alone'

The other voices come back
Telling me that I'm always going to be alone
But I can't get what that one voice said
Out of my mind

I feel like flying
But again, it doesn't last for long
I'm back in my dark room
Alone