Personal Hell

I'm sitting alone in my thoughts,
Isolated, misunderstood, alone,
Not really there are others I know who grew up in an Alcoholic home.

I've had many days when I was shattered
Day by day I glue me back together,
Always stretching, always reaching wanting so to be happy
Often feeling that I'm lacking.
It's oh so hard to break habits from my past,
I must if I'm to find true peace that lasts.
It would be easier to hide away in my shell,
Not let anyone see my personal hell .
I've been so alone all my life so far hiding away kills me slow and painful.
One day at a time I'll come out of this rut ,
and hope that someday I can help others come up. Pearl Written in 1989 Revised a bit 10-24- 2009