Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection

Solitare

Tonight the stars shine a little duller

the lights of the city burn too bright

tens and hundreds and thousands of people

and I am alone

Boxed in

Locked in

fenced into the masses

no one glancing my way

I lower my defenses

Sorrow creeps in like a cold wind

seeping through the cracks in my shelter

My heart crushed

I've gone and sold the bits

to buy this box that I live in

I sit 

and I play

Solitare 

with my life