Alone

In this crowded world I've gotta make big pounds

and work till I get that sweaty cheque on my palm

but in this noise so loud have I lost my sound

here I sit on my toilet seat, alone yet calm

I used to chase those smiles on their faces

and now I've lost all those friends and their traces

I've been with people but it now seems too late

here I sit on my toilet seat, alone yet awake

Hiding all the tears beneath those circles dark

as the sleepless nights crossed without a mark

sure I passed the weakness, but now the days seem long

here I sit on my toilet seat, alone yet strong

I've fought the desires - both for and against

but lost them all now somewhere in a corner yet

still try'na light the fire in this cold of the dawn

here I sit on my toilet seat, alone yet warm

Ain't no regret that I carry on my shoulders torn

yet in my heart somewhere there's a pain unknown

reliving all the memories past on my phone

here I sit on my toilet seat, crying and alone,

here I sit on my toilet seat, crying and alone...

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It's kind of a personal poem, because over the past few months, I've grown to like the warmth of sitting on my toilet seat. I think it is to me what a shower time is for some people. that's become a place where nothing is expected of me, where I get to listen to myself, where there's no one to judge me - not even myself - something whose importance I've realized, for it's not just the world, but even we judge ourselves by our own words and actions and make a perception of who we are supposed to be.