It's a Lonely Place

I know it's a lonely place

-This place with its every day walls-

But I'm never really lonely

Until I try not to be lonely,

If that makes any sense at all. 

I contort myself to fit the crowd,

And then I don't even like myself

-The version I am out there.

I can't breathe or simply be

When I believe that who I am is not enough.

So this is the place where I stay.

You call it my comfort zone.

I just know it's where I'm most me.

Can't that be enough?

I'll paint this place a warmer tone

Once my roots dig deep,

Once you're finally convinced

It's alright for me to stay,

Untouched by people out there

Whose circles I squarely fit.

So it's alright

If at first it's a little lonely

-This place with its worn, old walls -

I'll grow used to all its colors,

And then they'll soon be just me.