Don't say I'm out of touch.

I'd just rather not be part of your reality.

I know well what lies where you stand.

Ill I am not.

Psychiatrists are not what I seek.

I'll tell you what I want.

I want to walk in shadows.

To embrace the darkness.

I want to talk

to those who are not like you.

I want to lay here

in my own thoughts.

I want see.

I want to hear.

I want to feel.

Not just alone.

But protected.

The world of the outside is not for me.

Loud noises, blinding lights, is all I

see you have there.

Nothing to make me feel at home.

I do not want your pity.

I do not want your concern.

I don't want your doctors

or

your counselors.

I want my room.

I want my music.

I want my peace of solitude.

I want the night.

Not the day.

I Want the moon.

Not the sun.

To run

to fly.

All things I cannot do with you.

Feel the breeze?

Feel the shadows holding you?

I can see well you cant.

Don't say there something

missing in my head.

Don't say a screw came lose.

I do not wish to be part of you.

I do not wish to satisfy you.

Selfish I am not.

I just want what you don't want to give.