I’m alone … but I’m not really alone
In all the ways that don’t matter 
That shouldn’t matter, I’m never alone 
In all the ways that I need someone 
In all the ways of being human 
I’m alone. There is no one.

It wasn’t always like this, this lonesomeness 
It came on slowly as time went by 
As I transitioned, nay devolved
Dislodged from the blessed marital fold
From a wife to a wretched divorcee 
From a daughter to a social deportee 

I couldn’t be the woman he’d conceptualised 
His wife to be. Already fantasizing 
He was in heaven itself, spoilt for choice
By the virgins lined up in waiting
For him to pick one or four to be his own 
I got picked first, then I got disowned. 

I’ve been alone these twenty five years 
Fading ever more into the background 
As time trudges on with heavy treads 
My aura fades, my voice has no sound 
I tried to talk louder at first to be heard
But the booming voices of the world 
Were louder still, my voice was drowned 

Now I sit alone marking time 
For when the cosmos sees fit to smile 
In a new welcome; in a  final decline
I see people but they see me not 
They saw me only when I came out
Of the box, against the tide of tradition 
Then there was outrage, there was derision 

I don’t go out anymore nor do I 
Try to be bigger than the box fitted for me 
I sit in it quietly, patiently
Lonely oh so lonely … but not really 
In all the ways that shouldn’t matter 
Im not alone. They all watch me 
In all the ways that would make my heart sing 
I’m alone, waiting for the final curtain.