"Friends make life worth living"
Feels like I wrote that a life time ago

I do not have any friends
I am alone, an island

My other half is self-centered
And I too insecure
To be alone - within my own mind
hatred creeps up the walls
and down the corridors.

Decisions
To fly the coop
cliche saying fly at night

Or live staring my insecurity in the face
Regretting doing what is expected.
I always do what is expected
expected - not what I want
I have lost my humanity

And in all I am alone
and ashamed.