In My Head

I'm in my head a lot, they say.
Spend too much time elsewhere.
Come back to the real world,
Don't you love us like you did in May?

In my head is a beautiful place, mostly.
Usually skylarks and music and meadows.
Sometimes there's haunted shadows,
But dear lord, there's very little sorrow.

Yes, in my head is a scary place.
But so is the real world.
At the very least, inside my head,
A figment of what it's supposed to be.

I don't know how to be okay with isolation.
To never be known or loved by another.
I know not the sharp sting of silence,
Terrified of being lonely.

I know why I want isolation.
The pretty music of quiet.
The fondness that comes from loving oneself,
The sparkle of being alone.

-InsanelyHilarious