When Will?

I've been sheltered all my life,
hiding out in my home
because I fear the outside world.


I lose myself in books
because they are better than
this lonely life I call mine.


I have material things to keep my busy
but I'm missing that personal connection
that comes with interacting with others.


It's like I'm stuck in this place
wondering when will I be able
to leave and discover something new.


When will I know what it feels like
to have friends that aren't imaginary,
when will my life finally begin?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: "When Will My Life Begin?" by Mandy Moore

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