Cradled by solitude

Because of other's attitude

Death, depression, and disfigurement do a bully make

Leaving destruction in wake.

Take a soul, bottle it up

Pour out a wretched thing.

The insecurities you leave behind

placing on another's mind's eye.

In the end tis you who'll suffer

You'll never know any other

You'll be in a purgatory of your own insincerities

Cradled by solitude 

Because of your attitude