Born alone
Die alone!
Suffocated in the rivers of sorrow all by my lonesome
Miscommunications lead to complications
Which equate to my sanity
Or is my insanity crossed with my desire to famish security?
I see you everyday but we are
Indeed Strangers
But, could it be that I am unfamiliar with self?
Not Quite!
The failure to comply sympathetic awareness of the state of this being
Results in confinement
Built a barrier that is beyond your capacity
Seclusion, Isolation
The outcome of my frustration
I'm often trapped in solitude
That has developed a picture
But who is behind the art?