Why do I push away all that makes me happy?
Why must I continue to fool myself
and everyone around me, at that?
I don't enjoy being happy
because it ends all too quick.
I'm too proud for love
And your voice does not make me weak.
Why can't you understand, not that
I am suffering in silence..
But that I enjoy it.
This loneliness is addictive
and I do know why.
Why do I prefer being alone?
I suppose I am safe.
Curiosity killed my innocence once before.
Pulling the memories I have long stored away
is not something I usually do.
But I am ...