In solitude, is where I long to be.
Away from muffled voices and gossip stained lips
I’d rather go crazy,
driven by my own irrational thoughts than be forced to put a smile on my powdered disguised face.

I want to be countless of miles away,
far, far away.
Free to be me is where I truly long to be.

You may leave me,
For thee drains me of the little energy I wake to.

So come and go as you please.
Then eventually leave me,
and let me freely be.