Oh, I am on my own.
I long for a touch, someone to love.
I am here in a crowded place, yet few see my face.
They talk over my head to others instead, avoiding me and moving on.
I stick it as long as I am able, before turning and leaving as quickly as I can.
They part like a wave, with no move to encourage me to stay.
No one knows me here. I refuse to remain.
I cannot go out on a bus, train or plane, without someone to help me embark.
I am confined in my chair. No one knows I am here.
Yet, in my head, I am dancing around, having a ball by myself instead.
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