Loneliness is not the old woman eating breakfast alone,
As long as her smile is not plaster,
And there is that certain content-with-the-world glow about her,
You can be assured that she is loved,
And has been loved many times,
In her long lifetime.

Loneliness is the still-blossoming teenager,
Surrounded by night sounds,
Eyes boring into the computer screen,
Zero notifications,
Yearning desperately for those five hours to pass,
Until morning time when her friends whisk her away to safety,
And for a while she doesn’t feel like zero anymore.

Loneliness is the party queen,
Who wears her spoiled reputation like a wool cap during summertime,
Itchy, uncomfortable, gnawing at her thoughts,
Thoughts tainted by gossip and drunks and faces,
Faces which always seem to be prettier than hers,
She is jealous of those who have someone to lean on,
Whereas she can only find random hookups and shady characters,
All she wants is a hand to hold.

Loneliness is what occurs when you tire of spending time with yourself.

However, you are never alone.