ISO

I’ve marooned myself on an island I chose

Trying to work through it writing some prose

But it’s just to hide how I really feel inside

Don’t want to go back to my life where I abide

To the rules and regulations of the others

Just getting picked on like younger brothers

I’ve made this bed and I’ve been lying in it

Started as a bed of flowers but now I wallow in shit

Can’t stand to admit that I was wrong

But I can’t shake the feeling that I don’t belong

Yes, I got outside my bubble and saw more

But I feel walked over, like I’m part of the floor

Will I ever recover from feeling so separate

Or will I keep feeling like every moment is desperate

Have to make this decision soon

So I don’t just turn into a crazy loon

Who doesn’t know what the next day brings

Will I answer opportunity’s knock or let freedom ring