I am not lonely, I am just alone,
I am excited to be on my own.
I am tough and I will get by,
Even if it is just me, myself and I.
I have all I need, I need no more,
No more broken hearts left to restore.
Is it to remain unclear?
What it is that I fear.
Is it to trust or to rejoice?
Or is it losing my choice, my own voice?