Lonely is this place I have built
Completely entangled inside my quilt
Pushing out the laughter I so enjoy
Embracing the sorrows I now employ
Remaining still while time moves on
Dredging up memories very long gone
Keeping me safe from anything new
Trapping me here away from you
A trick I had learned early in life
With a mind as sharp as a knife
Hiding here now I am once again
As I withdraw a paper and pen
Thoughts tumble to paper with ink
Selfish tears I shed with a blink
Pitying myself I will not rest
But you see, at this I am the best
I see myself as I was once before
When shall I learn to do this no more?
