I am alone.

Even when I am surrounded by hundreds, I am alone.

Even when I am hugged by those I love, I am alone.

Even when I go to a movie with a person I care for, I am alone.

Even when I am told that I am loved, I am alone.

Even when I go out with friends, I am alone.

Even when I just meet someone new, I am alone.

Even when I play with a pet, I am alone.

I am always alone, in the cage of my own mind.

I can not excape, for the key is just out of my reach. The harder I try to find it, the farther away it goes.

I can trust no one to reach out for me, because no one can know my secrets.

I can not forsee what would happen, if those I loved knew.

For love and trust are different things, and I only have one of them, yet I need both.

I can only have one.

So, I will forever be alone, alone in my cage.

I will forever be alone to cry, and I will be alone, certainly, to die.

For I can trust no one, and because of that I can never reach the key.

And I am alone. Just it always had been, and always will be.

And I am trapped.