Is there such a thing as being lonely ish,

I don’t mean just being alone?

Is there such thing as being visible,

yet wanting to be alone?

When I stare out my eyes,

it’s all loneliness I see.

I am in my house, I am all alone,

that’s lonely ish to me.

But, would I trade my freedom,

for someone else to say,

what goes on in my house, or whether I’m happy or gay?

Would I trade my freedom,

just not to be so all alone?

You can bet I can’t, nor will I ever,

live in a house where I must atone.

I’d rather be lonely-ish and Queen of all I own.

But don’t be fooled lonely-ish has its price I say,

and one I am, and for me, all too willing to pay.

Because lonely-ish is all it takes

to live my life,

my way!