Alone

Alone is such a mix of good and bad, 
Makes me happy, makes me sad, 
I can be me with no one to judge, 
Yet life can be a lonely trudge... 

Dance and sing, whatever I wish! 
But when I'm down, no comfort with a gentle kiss... 
No need to worry about anyone else, just me! 
But I can't help but envy the others I see... 

No one can let me down,  
Can't leave me to drown! 
But no one can save me when I'm my own threat, 
No one to untangle me from my own net. 

What do I want, love and risk, or alone? 
Go and be happy, or stay safe on my dark throne? 
Would anyone want me anyway, 
Or should I just not try and stay away? 
 

Isolation is so easy, so secure, 
It's so addicting to be obscure, 
I wonder if I'm missing out... 
But I remain alone despite my doubt.