The Quiet Night

A struggle to belong, to find my place,

Stumbling through life, mistakes I embrace.

Blunders and missteps, a shadow they cast,

Day after day, the die seems to be cast.

Disliked, an outsider, I feel it so deep,

Friendly smiles, a facade I can't keep.

Loneliness lingers, a constant despair,

Do they truly care, is anyone there?

Grappling with doubt, uncertainty's sting,

What am I doing wrong, what sorrow I bring?

Isolation suffocates, a heavy embrace,

Is solitude's path the one I must chase?

Different, I may be, a truth hard to face,

Do I belong here, in this crowded space?

Perhaps it's time to accept what's in sight,

A solitary journey, into the quiet night.

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