I'm not antisocial,
Nor do I hate people when I go away.
I actually thrive around them,
But there is a limit for me everyday.
I don't like large groups,
Unless it's a festival or concert.
I want to live in small groups that know me.
They will care about me and my story,
They will care about my success,
They will be their for me at my worst and at my best.
But at the end of the day when it is all said and done,
Don't be offended if I don't want to be you.
If I seem distant, or quiet.
It's not that I don't like you,
I just need to be alone.
Alone to process the day,
Understand myself and emotions,
Away from all of our lovely commotions.
I need a paper and pen, more of a pencil actually,
To take control of my demons and of my soul.
I need room to think,
I need room to breath,
I need room to reflect and see
How important my life is to you and to me.
If it wasn't I would just disappear into the darkness,
Silently and painlessly away from the world,
Never to be heard or seen again.