Alone

Most kids are afraid of dark, clammy rooms.
Where you can't see a thing except your sadness and your gloom.
Where your heart is so solemn, and you feel so alone
As you grope about blindly, even though your sight is whole.

But I am not scared as I sit here alone,
As I record my thoughts with an ill-favored tone.
For this darkness is safe, it is my retreat,
A place only for myself, where no prying eyes can see.

No faces that mock me, that hear what I say,
For I'm quite alone, and I like it that way.
Nobody can judge me on any mood I may have.
On any small quality that life says is drab.

No, I am alone, nobody but me,
And I think it is nice to not be able to see.
For when you can't see, you can sit there in thought
Without criticisms of what feelings you've got.

I am alone, no one's here to say
Just who I should be, and I like it that way.
But not because I am alone, or not because it is dark,
But because I'm far away from every worldly remark.

So I can only be myself, I'm never judged, I'm free.
I am alone in the dark because the world cannot see me.