Alone

Society tells us that being alone is bad for our health. People who are loners are looked down upon. They say love from another is something that will make you happy forever, and friendship is very healthy for our well being. What’s wrong with being alone? I was raised as the only child, and I learned how to be comfortable being alone. My father use to always say, “Men are treacherous, women are deceitful, so who are you left with?” So who are you left with?? Just YOU and your higher power, that’s it!!! I’m not taking anything away from those who have found true love or great friendship, I’m saying SOMEONE else can’t make YOU happy. If family, friends, and lovers are all suppose to be healthy why is there so much deceit within a family? Why are there so many good friendships that go bad due to envy? Why are the divorce rates so high if being in love is healthy?? To me, those situations sound like pain and grief. As a young black man trying to make it, pain and grief are already on my plate I don’t need more! Remember NO ONE CAN HELP YOU BETTER THAN YOU!

I stand alone,
Refusing to reply to emails or answer the phone.
Alone is where I think the best,
When I’m alone, no friends, no family, no stress.
Alone is where I can just be me,
I won't have to be judged by friends or my family.
I move alone disregarding friendship because its overrated,
One minute you can be best friends and the next you can be the most hated.
I refuse to search for true love,
Because I hate pain and pain is love.
Alone is where I can stare and dream into space.
By myself I can ignore the worlds time because I’m at my own pace.
By myself is where I feel I can win,
Around people I feel like the walls begin to cave in.
Alone is how you left me,
After the smoke cleared no one was there to help me.
The thought of being alone puts me at ease,
I don’t want your company…so please.
I stay alone to hide from society’s ways,
To prevent relationships, I cut communication off for 3-5 days.
I was born the same way I will leave,
My mother’s only child who wears his heart on his sleeve.
So here I stand… alone,
At my funeral they will say, “He did it on his own.”