Alone

Sometimes, I can't help but feel... so alone in this mess. So isolated and secluded from reality, from people. I seem to be spontaneously hyperactive, but what truth lies beneath this cheerful facade? Sometimes I feel really tired... I try my best to energise the atmosphere, only to be unappreciated by others. I am really scared... scared of being alone... so much so that I feel lost when I am not around people. Ironically, I do not especially enjoy rubbing shoulders with the crowd on festive occasions. I hate being alone and left away to decay and let negativities creep into me. But it happens, and people do not know. I try my best to be friendly with everyone, but oft'n I do not receive the treatment I feel I should get. I feel so insecure. Nothing seems to hold for me anymore. And it pains me to my damned soul, that I should be allowed to exist on earth like a singular entity, eternally living in this eternal gloaming.