Here I am,

Looking out at the world.

Watching.

Hiding inside my shell,

Occasionally invited –

Each time refusing.

I see all that’s happening,

Yet I refuse to take part.

Refuse to let anyone see

The person that I am –

Me.

At times I want to show them,

But why?

From here I watch

The world without me,

And it’s okay. That’s how I want it.

Here I am.

There’s the world.

Separate.

Forever. And perhaps that’ll never change.