Alone

This house is supposedly warm

But why all I feel is harm?

This “Home sweet Home”

Is what I call being alone.

I look for things I can do

To make my mind go loose.

All this thoughts and troubles

I hope they never double.

This figure in front of me

Whom I never want to see.

Without knowing, I’m being cornered

And no way to counter.

Everyday I try to run away

But the bond of family holds me back.

For now what can I say?

Is it that easy just to pack?

The belief: Family I can trust;

From them, I can feel security.

Somehow it all burns into dust

And flies away into eternity.

The four seasons pass me by so easily

And I hope I can go with them freely.

The fall of the autumn leaves

that slide down my sleeves

And the pureness of the winter snow

Can wash away my sorrow.

The freely blowing wind in spring

Looks like an angel with beautiful wings

That can take me away where the road goes

and just let the time flows.

This merely imagination

I can only live in fascination.

Back to my own center

I’m with only a computer.

Even with this technology

I can set free my imagination.

My sadness, my worry

I can set free with my creation.

My friends, my school,

My only sanctuary,

With them, I can be a fool

And learn not to be too wary.

After a while, I get used to it.

Nothing matters, nothing is definite.

Looking up at the heavenly stars,

I know I will move somewhere afar.

There I can find peace

Both emotionally and physically.

This madness can no longer increase

and I’m purely left blissfully.