She

She is used to being alone.

She does it every day.

Her family tells her she needs to do more.

She tells them she is just fine.

She has attended concerts by herself

after people declined her invitations.

She has celebrated holidays alone.

Friendsgiving? She has never been invited to such events.

She has always been someone’s backup or second choice

whenever their first choice fails to appear for a minute.

Every person she liked,

she gets told the same tale of “I’m not ready for a relationship.”

Every time she gets herself out there,

she gets rejected.

One year, on New Year’s Eve, she had plans with her peers

to have some drinks and be merry downtown.

She paints her face into a beautiful picture as an artist

and designs her body in fabric decor as a designer.

In a crowd full of people, who had each other,

she stood alone, with her “Where are y’all?” left on read.

Every time she gives her heart to someone,

she gets abused.

Once as a beautiful flower, she met this man and fell in love

The relationship was the season summer

full of bursts of sunshine and vibrate-colored waters.

Then the winter season came,

the air became cold and the clouds turned dark.

When he left her, her petals were falling and she was dying.

Her apartment serves as her castle,

with the locks on her doors as her guards.

The feline body of eight pounds serves as her lady-in-waiting,

who serves as her alone body of the company.

Others tell her all the time,

“It is okay to be alone sometimes!”

“It gives you a chance to grow.”

“Embrace the loneliness!”

Here is the problem:

she has been alone.

For days.

For months.

For years.

And she is tired.

She is tired of attending concerts by herself.

She is tired of not being invited to special events.

She is tired of being someone’s second choice.

She is tired of being told the same shitty lie of “I’m not ready!”

She is tired of having her door locks as her guards.

She is tired of having her cat as her only friend.

She is tired of being abused by those she ends up trusting.

She is tired of being let down.

She’s tired.

She’s tired.

She’s tired!

She is tired….

She is used to being alone,

but sometimes she grows weary.

Her family tells her she needs to do more,

but she tells them she is okay.

Because she has tried to do more

and she gets nothing in return.