lost child

Hello to my empty house,
Feeling small like a lonely mouse,
A show never seen,
As if I’m a has been,
The dark is creeping in,
That poor monk left to atone for a deadly sin,
Nowhere to go,
Sitting in the fading glow,
Once again a lonely night,
Out of everyone’s sight,
Slipping into melancholy,
Maybe I’m just being silly,
Letting paranoia get the better of me,
Should I just let it be?
Sighing a lonely sigh,
Watching hours go by,
A pariah of the land,
Useless as beach sand,
No one is here,
Feeding my silly fear,
Sitting on my chair,
Wondering why I feel like a lost child at a fair.