Solitude…?

 

I am free,

That’s all that really needs to be said.

But if I am free; then why is it I still feel so empty?

Why do I still feel so dead….?

I thought I’d feel different somehow,

But I don’t; I feel more alone than ever.

What to do now,

So many possiblilties  and secret endeavours.

Is solitude really all what it’s cracked up to be?

I remember it being more freeing.

Look at me,

What happened to me, what happened to this being?

I’ve changed  so much,

I can’t even look at myself in the mirror.

I became everyone’s personal crutch,

And my image couldn’t get any less clearer.

I do not like what I see,

My solitude became my prison of uncertainty.

Just go without me,

In my silent solitude; my prison is where I’ll be.