Alone

"I like to be alone."
Is a lie widespread.
Alone, is not isolation,
Alone, is more than confinement.
No one would wish to be alone,
Had they known what alone speaks.
Cut-off all ties and you are alone,
As if disowned by everyone, then you're alone.
To rest your head in the shoulders of solace
Only to find that shoulder wants you to be alone.
For no one likes a selfish carp,
No one wants the trouble kid.
Keep away and run from him
And the selfish kid is now alone
He wants to speak, but there's none to hear,
His echo drives him crazy.
For all are repulsed and all are annoyed
And silences yell at the selfish kid.
That is the parcel of being alone.
Alone is dark blue and black,
With whispers of despair, despise,
And shrieks of self-loathe and doubt.
Alone, is not wanted.
You don't like to be alone.