Seclusion

Out of this world and gone

To another place to come undone

where you'll build a house

a foundation false
Of being someone else. 

Exhaustion brought on by unwanted things--

All of frivolity, the unnecessary. 

It looks like I've kept so many secrets,

yet, in truth I have none
as what lies before you, is

not a mirage, 

but the truth horrendous

Do not feel any pity, or
concern, 

for I am quite fine on my own 

and have no need for it. 

Or maybe even, not for anyone.