Title: Ballads of Solitariness

"I want to write, so I write. I don't care what other people would say about me." "Or about what I write either."


I am the one who is being unfair to myself. It is me. I know that very well. That I am the one who is unfair to myself. People around me, they do not do anything that can be considered as unfair to me.

I never thought about life in a solitude. I never wanted to be alone. But now I am all alone by myself. It is not because people around me. They do not do anything at all. I do not want to be like this. I never thought if being alone before. But in the proccess, I started to tear myself apart from the society. I rarely speak. I only speak if my opinion is needed. I do not want if anything I said hurt other people. Or being ignored. I do not want that thing to happen, so I keep quiet all the time. Even though I really wanted to show my opinion, I keep silent.

That is not my decision. It just happen like that. Just like that, everytime.

"My own little, blue sky in my heart is now full of clouds and mists. I hope rain will come soon, so it can be clear again."