being alone for so long
i consider myself apart
from civilization
hard to imagine
my life is like words
...without punctuation
my name in a book
mixed with a crowd
how does mine show?
an abbreviation
growing up
i didnt have friends
my feelings toward that?
square root
of frustration
above my head
is a cloud pouring rain
wen it dries
i transform
into precipitation
my mind wanders
into a world of its own
when i feel frightened
i escape into my
familiar destination
my room is where i hide
to stay away from others
alone is what i feel
...self isolation
i learned to write poetry
my pen and paper at hand
i spill my emotions...
emotionally
no hesitation
i have no remorse
for the life i endured
im the C.E.O. of my soul
in my privately own
corporation
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