You sit in the darkest corners,
Trying to hide from prying eyes,
Hiding your tears from judging thoughts.
And in that corner, you found solitude.
But what if there's someone out there?
Waiting for you to come out.
Waiting for you to notice,
That you're not alone.
The world resembles a circle they say,
But I think it's filled with corners.
And those corners,
Are where we live in solitude.
We just have to learn,
How to step out in the open spaces.
And maybe, just maybe.
Someone out there, is opening there arms for you.