We fortify our wall with good excuses
Otherwise others may matter
While we all complain of lonliness
We build the lands of our exile
Hurting of our solitary existence
To save ourselves the pain
Of getting close & likely
Being rejected, forgotten, misunderstood
Yet alone, are we not
All of these, imposing these thorns
Ourselves, leaving no one else to blame
I mis sthe point of these choices
Fear builds for itself so carefully
That which we fear most
Edwin
Mary