Quietly I sit in the midst of a crowd
Unnoticed by the world outside my walls
Where the rays of socialization don't reach
A solitude built for myself
Set upon an addictive foundation of loneliness
Laid with bricks of self consciousness
Bound together by the fear of coming out
And what lies beyond my retractable barrier.
But I seem to find a sense of belonging
A peace and quiet
For in what most people term as boredom
I find home
And though occasionally my behaviour is questioned
Never have I truly understood myself
I guess I was made this way
I'm just messed up like that.