Sitting alone in my self imposed isolation
has me screaming in my frustration.
Feeling my life's desolation
never realizing this was the destination.
Leaving me with nothing but this dictation.
Loneliness as my only foundation
I continue on with my dissertation.
Though it really has become only an obligation.
When I reach out for a little affection
I only seem to get rejection.
Maybe I just need a little vindication
or a little real communication.
I'm not only looking for infatuation
but something with a little more fascination.
Maybe I just need a little less separation.
My happiness is only a fabrication
or at best a dissociation.
This smile I wear is nothing but a falsification.
It's taken to long for me to come to this realization.
It may be too late for modification.
So I sit here in my perfect isolation.