Solitude: My Best Friend

Over time I'd grown fond of it-

Being alone.

Completely dislocated from the rest of the world

the same world we see around us

falling to pieces.

Still-

Smiles marked on faces

The others laugh

Hell-

I laughed

holding hands with their lovers

it's like we've trained ourselves to be oblivious

oblivious to the entirety of the evil 

in the world.

How do we stay positive-

Is it sheer willpower or something more?

Whatever it is

we learn it from each other

give to each other

Even take it from one another.

Such beautiful creatures we are yet-

There's so much regret, hatred-

Sadness

many negative emotions locked inside

Begging to be set free

The sadness is what gets to me

seems to be the only emotion I can get 

a full grasp on

with sparks of happiness here-

Immense sadness there.

Regardless when the sparks come, my willpower to hold on-

To grasp it and never let go 

retreats

Though when I am alone

Completely

by myself

I feel a sense of peace.

False peace?

maybe

but peace

Nonetheless.

In that quick-to-leave moment.

I am happy.

False happiness?

Maybe

But happiness,

Nonetheless.