The world spins,
images blur as it revolves and continues on without me.
I, alone,
stand in the center.
Not the focus,
only the watcher.
I alone watch,
as the world continues on without me.
Friends and family,
continuing on without me.
While I stand,
stuck in the past.
I let my own world,
my own existence,
revolve around others'.
I am unimportant,
allowing my emotions and life become second to those of others around me.
So I state;
I stand alone.
For in my own world,
I lack any kind of worth.
Although foolish it may seem,
it makes me feel happier knowing I live to help others.
For they shall never know,
I stand alone.