I hide in my room from noise I can’t bare to hear,
I close the door, my own company near.
I talk to myself sometimes, is that weird?
Maybe so but who will know.
Solitude it seems is my true friend sometimes,
My choice so no one else to blame.
I hold myself captive, locked away,
My cell is a room full of books and dismay.
To break out would mean I would have to face,
A world which is harsh, I don’t want that embrace.
Time is ticking, the clock is slow,
I wait for the hand that strikes,
To awaken my soul.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2014
She Be Fierce 