Petals In The Grass

Solitary

Born a recluse
Born alone
Never shown love
I ostracize myself from society
My room is my seclusion
Imprisoned am I
Detached from everyone
Destitute and empty
The walls are closing in
Absolute loneliness
No one to hold
Impure thoughts
Self-gratification
Works no more
Can't trick myself
Senses are to numb
Reality is to sharp
My solitary existence