This Block

This block is nice

Music can be heard from my window, and the sounds of others partying

This block is comforting

A few minutes to the stores and a few more to campus

This block is only sad when they play music that I love

And I picture all those happy people singing along together the lyrics I also hold close

Singing the tunes that I want to sing

Only then is my day bruised by sadness and regret and self-hatred

Still I say, yes mum I'm having a great time, lots of partying lots of new friends

But you and I know that isn't true

And we know I haven't been studying either

What have I been doing?

Writing this

In hopes someone might sympathise with my pity

With my pity story

With the story I wrote

Despite my friends

Despite the parties

Despite the times I've screamed the lyrics of my favourite songs

I still write the story

Because

I still feel lonely