Solitude

By Hopeless Hopeful

Hugging my knees in this lonely room,
the one that is unfamiliar to
the presence of others
and knows only me.
The walls have absorbed my
every thought,
the bed has heard
every word,
and the carpet has tasted
every tear.
Nothing can touch me while I'm in here,
no one can step on the shattered glass.
I was not made for this world.