T'is a special kind of pain,
The kind that forms when you are
Surrounded by people
Yet, feel completely alone.
 
The pain of being surrounded by kindness,
Yet none of it softens your heart,
Clenched like a fist, 
Waiting for something to go wrong.

T'is not an ailment that a salve can cure,
No witchcraft nor solidarity can erase this ache I know by name,
An illness called Loneliness. 

-Desdemona