Wasted Years

Living in an internal world, within your mind, into which no one can enter; all alone with your feelings and ideas, yourself in centre; Having the feeling of an individual being, the power to control the external world, to deal with all trouble just by yourself, as if you never need anyone else... You cannot be more wrong. You isolate yourself from the external world afraid of people to hurt you you do not leave your room. Afraid of failure you do not give a try; No people around you: No one to hurt you but No one to share joy, No one to disturb you but No one to ally in sorrow, No one to argue with but No one to speak to; No emotions you express No memories you possess With loneliness you are obsessed. In solitude and madness your internal world slowly kills you, brings your empty life to a miserable end. Failure hurts less than a wasted chance.