Little bird

I write a poem. It is about a lonely bird.

Dried leaves
I’m a little bird
I fly alone, no one flies with me
Even one
When I look at you and your friends
You blow with the wind,
Like dancing
Look at you, full of joy
Not like me

Dear! Little bird,
I’m dried leaf and friends.
You thought we are dancing,
Look at me
I blow with the wind
Without wind,
I couldn’t go so far
Use your wings
Even alone,
You can fly.

I think of myself. When I feel lonely. I look at other people, which have many friends. They stay together. Sometimes I think that I have a lot of friends, but I still feel lonely. I understand what the phrase “Lonely in the crowd” means. Maybe, I don’t know how to express my feeling. I have few friends that I can talk to, but I do not stay with them all the time I want. Sometimes when I need them and they do not stay around, I feel like I cannot fly by myself. I feel a little bit envy other people, when they stay together and look like so happy. In the other hand, they might not feel that happy. How can I know that they are really happy? I should learn to fly by myself. I have to live my life alone anyway. This is my life. I have to deal with anything, which happen in my life. Now I realize that I can fly, and I can do it so well. I have some plan for myself. The future is not so far. It is just beneath our nose. We breathe it in every minute, but we hardly feel it. Now I try to do my best by myself. There are a lot of hard times in my life but I can get through it every time. I do not have to worry about problem in my life anymore. I might feel bad sometimes but I can make it. I have so many good friends in my life. They make me happy. They have their wings to fly by themselves as I. I wish that I could fly beside them all.