Far away, I see people, i can hear their chatter
Close by, I see just my paper and pen
I can hear, nothing but peace
I sometimes like it when I'm down
don't want anyone to faze me and my alone time
Don't haphazardly talk to me when you know I'm down
I need space, I need to be alone
don't want help, don't want contact
Just let it rain,
it don't bother me
it sometimes makes it better
sometimes not
let me be, deep in the ocean
where i can be surrounded by
fish and sea creatures
Don't let me end up in a tank,
where I can't swim freely
Let me be, deep in the jungles
where i can be surrounded by
birds and green
Don't let me end up in a cage
where i can't fly freely
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