The winter ice is as cold as my soul.
No one should be alone on Christmas.
Yet, this is what happens, every year.
Trudging through the snow-laden streets,
Shivering despite the coat hugging my shoulders.
In an attempt to console myself, I whisper secrets in the air.
“I need no one. Self-reliance is my only friend.”
But inside the frozen heart, truth blazes undiminished.
The loneliness will not leave me be.
I need someone to care.
They focus on each other.
No one gives a faceless shadow a second glance,
For this is what I am to them.
Another Christmas passes by, taunting my lowly estate.
A harsh reminder that happiness and cheer only disguise selfishness and sadness.