isolation

bustling city in the trees far away

is where my life has taken me, so i don't go astray

the first day was loud, and i thought i'd finally figured out

how to make friends of real people, and the joy it would bring about

but yet i sit so far away

is it my fear that drives me, the fear of that decay?

is it that i fear the worst, that tells me to stay away?

or is it not i that sits on my haunches

and i am just not worth the fray?

i understand why they'd go away

at every noon where lunches are our prey

i'm just too much to handle, dare i say

but with the state i'm in now

i dont think i'd like it any other way