Seclusion

Seclusion. This is what differs me.
All my life seclusion has been there.
My rescue, my prison.
A horror that lives inside me.
Yet is hiding from the outside world
Afraid to open the doors of reality
And venture out to see the sun.
So it quiety festers inside me
Enjoying the seclusion it gives me.
Never letting me have a moment's rest
Against a hard day's effort into companionship.
Finishing my day, I must sleep, alone.
It is my tendency, since this is how it has always been for me.
To sleep, eat, play, study ion seclusion.
Why else would I be upset?