Joy.

Joy.

You feel lonely, you get used to it

Pretty much how you get used to pain

Specially when it’s so intense

That it numbs you all over again

You initially miss people’s company

But soon, you build walls around you

You lock yourself in

And nothing can break you

You could go days, months, years

Being in self imposed solitary confinement

Never needing anyone or anything

Happy with this emotional realignment

Brimming with joy

Because you have nobody to please, you see

Not a care in the world

Comfortable in your skin, comfortably lonely.