Quiet seclusion in this vast but empty world,
No one hears her cry for help.
Poor lost soul,
Ponders who she has become
And how the rest of society sees her.
A lonely member of humanity like the vast members of this world.
She plays many roles,
To various people she touches,
But deep down, who is the real person?
She pretends to be pretty level headed person,
And that everything is fine in her life,
But is it really?
Is it a lie that we are all guilty of telling?
We all have our moments of solitude,
Some out of circumstances and some by desires.
We all tend to put up initial walls,
So people cant harm us by becoming too close.
Deep down, we all have our moments of needing solitude.
1/28/1996