Ode to Isolation

Sometimes I like to roam the land, my head full of plight,
Trying to clear the shadows, reincarnate the light,
To make me remember that the world isn't all bad,
To remember that I should not be sad, but glad.


It's a struggle sometimes, being so far away,
Surrounded by people, yet my mind seems to sway,
To still feeling lonely, even in a crowd,
So I hide myself away, wrap myself in a shroud.


Of isolation, keeping myself here alone,
I don't cope well in a mass, history has shown.
It's not that I don't like others, I don't work well in a team,
But somehow I just like being alone it would seem.


There's no harm in that, you can get by as one,
While others moan and complain, I just get things done!
Let them carry on, while I watch from here,
They can be visible - I'll just disappear!