(first person)
i break out in a cold sweat when i'm alone
with my thoughts
and i try to call anyone
but nobody is home
and they come
and there is nothing i can do to keep them away
(third person)
he sits silently
hearing the TONE that tells him that somebody isn't where he needed them 
to be
"it's OUR turn, and we have IDEAS, you see?"
(third person)
mr unpopular hangs up his phone
picks up his spoon
and spends his morning poking at his soggy CHEERIOS
until they all sink to the bottom of the bowl
"we laugh and mock him because he dosen't understand,
and sometimes we can convince him that he really dosen't care anymore."
(third person)
the phone rings
but it's only the SALVATION ARMY
begging for a donation...