A poem I wrote.   Distant. Always.   I had my guard up. I raised my fists high. I raged.   I was all alone; There was no one to fight But I fought til I was drained   I am all alone still, Fists clenched at my sides, No fight left in me.     My tears could fill oceans Because nobody sees Past my thrown out bored small talk   We touch base in computer keys, No voice to set the tone. Distant always.