A closed box

I feel so alone,
crowded only by my own skin,
Once so talkative

Open to anyone who cared

Now I am bitter and cold

Cornered fending for happiness

Craving to be touched

Wanting to be touched by no one

One broken soul hurt too many times to count

Searching for nothing and no one

Except my own peace of mind

Wanting nothing from anyone

There is just too much back stabbing

To many judgmental petty people

I look in the mirror and see what I have become

Was I really that desperate to be loved and liked?

I made myself like you so I wouldn’t be alone

Now I am closing my soul

Never to be opened again.