I’ve retreated from your world of strife,

Where words like swords inflict deep wounds,

And pride’s hurricanes leave me bruised.

I’ve masked my pain with hollow smiles,

Escaped the chaos you create,

And followed the voice that said, “Run miles.”

Alone, I find a fragile peace,

Where silence soothes my troubled mind,

And healing whispers I can find.

Though scars remain, a testament to your art,

I’ve learned to rise above the storm,

And find my strength within my heart.

In solitude, I rediscover me,

Unburdened by your toxic sway,

I find my own authentic way.

Though loneliness may sometimes creep.