Alone

What it really means,
To be alone,
Is not a product of the people around,
But of the people in your home,

And of the needs within your brain,
Like the cactus or the rush,
Whether nourished or starving,
Depends on your makeup.

And if you ask me,
I won't tell you either way.
Sometimes a person has a way of being,
That their needs just simply sway.

Which is alright,
If you can manage to live two lives,
Which is only possible if you don't think about it,
A quality that rarely thrives.