The Sentence'Tis not good for man to be alone, yet to be myself is not allowed
So, here I stand on my own, isolated in a crowd
A secret hidden deep inside, too terrible to be known
With no one ever to confide, I face these demons all alone.
Perhaps, I could just say a word, but no one would understand.
My voice too jumbled to be heard, like a stranger in a foreign land.
My worries, struggles, can't be seen, buried so deep inside
The mystery of who I’ve been, cut off, access denied.
Alone, an island, forgotten lost, far out in the sea.
My soul pays an untold cost, my heart cries out an unheard plea.
My very life a prison cell, of pain and agony.
And who guards this living hell? Oh God it’s only me!