Confession.

I have something bad to confess.
I am awfully addicted to having some solitary time.
Reading books alone.
Going out alone.
Writing alone.
Bus rides alone.
In my room alone.

People thought i dislike them.
Hanging a stone face whenever i walk alone.
Truth is there were multiple bad times when i hated people
because they were scaring me badly.
When all i wanted was to camouflage in a indistinct corner or to dissolve into solutes.

I understand,
This is a problem of my very own.
Not exactly targeting or any individual.
My mind is echoing voices that don't even exists.

But what if?
truth is being alone doesn sucks as bad as it is perceived it to be?
To cleanse the soul for recharging.

and to face a brand new day alive again.