You surround yourself
With noise and clutter
Distractions and people
And tasks to be done
Filling the day, you
While away the time
As you avoid the truth,
Keeping up the facade
But at the end of the day
When the night falls
There’s no one but you,
Nothing but your mind
And the place where you live
Is not always home –
It’s just an empty space
Where you’ll brood, alone
Image: Melancholy, Edvard Munch