A recluse is who
I am meant to be
A state that feels quite
Comfortable to me

Others sense
Reclusiveness as a fear
I see it as a path to draw
Me yet closer to my Father
Whom I am always near

No one ever seems to listen
To what I have to say, yes
They pretend, but do not
Grasp the way, it should
Not bother them if my presence
Is not with them day to day

They need me to run errands
And do daily chores
But listening to my voice
Well, that just makes them bored

I say let me live my life
Alone
I will do my best to help
You when your home

Do not expect so much
From me
I am a recluse
Leave me be