I know what I'm supposed to feel.
But I know that it is not what I need.
If I say it's what I need;
I'd be more than a liar and a hypocrite--
to myself.
Isolation.
Alone.
To leave.
This is what I need.
People love me-- so I think.
That won't do when I don't love myself.
I need time alone.
I need to get away.
