My Return
This dreary place seems so familiar
and missed to a degree.
The place where I can hide my face from
the rest of the world.
Where I can be myself
and not care how people
think of me.
Not having to live
by others expectations of me.
Yet my life is questioned
and possibly considered
mediocre at best.
Who accepts mediocrity?
I think it is best I stay here,
far from the outside world.
It is time for my return,
to my castle.
Copyright © Jacen Cieno | Year Posted 2012
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