I don't have a friend to call my own,
and perhaps this is a flaw of mine.
To kick them out way before
they even think to go in.

Fearless and independent, is what I believe I am,
and I am what I think I am,
however, I am also what i deny myself to be,
and that being just a tad bit lonely.

Lonely, or alone, I still can't quite decide,
but my effervescent spirit, begs to differ,
she enjoys my company and so does my shadow,
I'm but a pill not many will swallow.

So until I can find other hard-headed pills,
I will be contented living in this reality,
sipping tea or coffee, depending on my mood,
thinking of words to praise this inner anguish.