Solitude has tormented me into insanity.
I see myself embracing vanity.
Alone, the word, I epitomize,
Living in my own mind, the whole world I always criticise.
Is there hope for me?
Why am I always forced into solitude?
Oh, how I wish a loving hand could be stretched out to me.
Driven to the point of depression.
My soul seems to be in a state of digression.
I pray for divine intervention.
But I realize my solitude is all I hear.