This is obviously based on a thought/phrase that was not created by me. But I like it a lot and I think there is quite some truth behind it, so I wanted to include it in a little poem.
Sometimes people feel lonely
Although they’re not alone
And sometimes people feel lonely
Even when they’re home
Strange thing, our inner self
So special and unique
And maybe that is why
It’s never completely understood
Maybe if we were more alike
We could see what it means to others
To feel what they feel
To see what they see
Compassion and empathy
Yes, some of us have it
And surely it helps
But is it ever enough?
Is it enough to make us understand others?
To make us understand ourselves?
Maybe understanding isn’t the point
Maybe sometimes we should just be
Even if we’re alone
Because we can also be alone
Without feeling lonely.