I think that I've been branching out, You ought to have seen me before: Idling abed, lying about, Wasting away, frightened to live I think that I've been speaking more My own faults striving to forgive.
But I still need to feel alone, I know you do not think like that, Some days I must turn off my phone, Some days I do not want a friend And cannot stand to have a chat. After this spell I'll make amends.
I do not hate humanity, So I ask you not to conflate or demonize my oddity. Nor kindly do not misconstrue, And most of all do not negate The fact I love my solitude.