Stranger in the home

I am a stranger in my home Confined to myself My bedroom is my abode My study is my world. Lonely but not alone I am in the company of my Thoughts and imagination Aliens may not appreciate They find me eccentric They may shower pity And sympathy over me Poor beings, devoid of Beauty and glory of life Living like vegetables I am not alone Many met the same fate Difficult to judge, who is right The onlookers may be wiser. Mundane but closer to life At the end of the day It is one's choice which rules