alone I sit,
gazing upon a one so soloist.
Only to see that there sits me,
alone and feeling so small. If I could see the person in me,
sitting there in my own company.
Would I try to see the possibility,
that what torments me is the person I see. It is myself, that I put on the shelf,
and hide from all that surrounds me.
Afraid to come out, to see what lifes all about,
And to touch the people around me.