No One Sits Alone

Some days I walk in and I don't feel brave. Smile on my

face, but I still feel afraid. I count the exits,

I pick my own road. Try to look fine, but my heart

says go. I think they see me, they know my past.

I'm not like them, I won't last. So I get quiet,

I shrink in the crowd. Even with people, I feel left out.

No one sits alone, not here, not now. There's room for

you, come as you are. If your hands are shaking,