Outside my body, surrounded by others
They, comfortable in their skin
Wanting to slither out of my own
Emotions take me to that place
Dying to be an inanimate object
Bereft of existence
Foreboding apprehension
Thinking of the right words to gracefully speak
As effortless conversations cloak every nook in this room
My mind wanes
Into the solace of invalidation
Imperturbable is not my domain
Solitude is my comfort
Solitude is my strength
Leave me in the corner with a good book
And I will die happy