Isolate

Don't ask whats wrong.

Because at this moment,

Everything is.

It's my fault.

I isolated myself,

From my family and friends.

Maybe I'm depressed,

Or maybe I like to be alone.

Either way, I bring my own pain.

I'm hiding in a shell.

One that doesn't protect me from myself.

Just a shell,

That hides me from everyone.

Everyone I call family.

I'm sorry I don't try hard enough.

I'm sorry I'm not even close to perfect.

And I brought this pain,

Deeper than my thoughts,

Onto myself again.

So don't ask me what's wrong.

I'll just say "the world"

Because you know, It really is..

Reviews

[Tinkerbellje]

I can empathise easily with this poem. Wonderfully written, well done :-)

[Becca]

Thank You. C: