The delight of isolation Pt.2

I really hate company, that anxiety, too much noise.
And always someone to come along to steal my toys.
Always being told you have to first love yourself.
With all this alone time that shit never helped.

I get out of my space sometimes but not often.
Feeling secure and at best hiding in this coffin.
They joke “The vampire” I nicknamed myself.
Sunny beautiful days a blaze, a dreadful hell.

Dressing in costume and even in her clothes.
A fascination in the mirror but never to close.
Conversating in different speeches of tongue.
I was a man with no legs but watch me run.

The delight of isolation is you can’t get to me.
Hating me because I refuse to live in your reality.
My door is always closed and tightly locked.
No is home but I will surely hear that knock,