Mistress Of Loneliness Poem by Jennifer Parks

I am the mistress of loneliness,
the one who sheds quiet tears,
the being within all of us,
the being we most fear.
I sit alone, night after night
with nothing at all to do.
I have no friends to talk with,
no one to tell secrets to.
I walk alone in crowds of people.
I am alone when all are around.
I am uncomfortable around strangers,
I merely stare at the ground.
I am a wallflower at social gatherings,
sitting quietly by myself,
daydreaming of what it would be like
to be taken off my “shelf”.
I am the mistress of loneliness,
I dwell in everyone.
I am the mistress of loneliness,
destined to never have fun.