In the winter time I can hide behind the early onset of night,
And the wintry cold becomes the reason Im always behind closed doors..
An excuse I can offer up for why my life is as it is.

But then winter ends
And the summer sun exposes me,
Illuminates my pretenses and forces me and everyone else to see,
That I’m really just sitting here..
All alone.
Nowhere to go.
No one to be with.