I used to sit in a bookshop and read alone

  And I used to go home and be alone

  And then I used to sit in the corner of the cafeteria

  Only once it was closed though

  And I’d...be alone

  And then I sat in the classroom after class with the teacher

  And I felt alone

  Except sometimes he shuffled his papers around

  And that was too much noise for me, but once he asked

  “Why don’t you listen to music while you read?”

  Because all that’s on the radio are these angsty teens

  Hating their parents and hating people

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  And it’s not that I don’t get them

  It’s just that I’m a hypocrite

  I used to sit with these kids at school who asked

  “Did you go out and party last night?”

  And I’d say no I was alone last night

  With a flashlight and A Study in Scarlet

  Teachers called me a poet in first grade

  I didn’t know what that meant I just knew

  That I liked the characters I wrote about better than them

  I’m cool with writing alone

  But this computer goes so slow

  I had to break it

  Except now I have to write downstairs

  But I keep getting kicked out of the living room

  Since 2 AM is “too late” to stay up writing

  Is it just me or is the world too cacophonous?

  I’ve got this 12 year old cousin who plays baseball

  And at midnight he still won’t stop waking me up

  Even though he’s got a game at 7 AM

  And I have to waste time on the weekend with friends

  All so that people will leave me alone

  It’s long since time I built my social life a funeral pyre

  And at least use it to light the sky on fire

  So people know I exist

  Even though I’m not around a whole lot

  At least solitude is quiet

  And I like the quiet