Is This Loneliness?

Is it who sit there alone in the dark
shaking in fear and unable to speak his thoughts
as he remembers horrorful childhood?

Is it who stands by your side
for better or worse
and does not sacrifice a single thought
about himself, for what use would that do?

Is it who lay in bed, looking at the stranger
who you once said I love you to, and dream
these sleepless nights of a better life?

Is it who you see on the streetwalk on your way home
from a stressful day at work in a fancy car,
who sits there in his own filth
and asks for a piece of bread?

Is it who sit by the school bench struggling his tears
and trying to show his best behaviour as the teacher
reminds everyone, please do not tease him?

Is it who each day, each moment of time daydreaming,
wishing and hoping one day he will feel the touch
of fingertips on his bare skin, and asks himself
why can’t I have a friend?

Is this loneliness? Is this the downside of life?
Is this your life?