Our Own Hell

Some of us cannot ever feel free
Until we are faced with being lonely,
Not anyone to tell us what to do,
And the people who care are only a few.

At first we want to celebrate;
All our whims no longer have to wait.
Then we pine for loving arms to hold
When we're no longer feeling so bold.

In the end, those who constantly rebel
Enter their own versions of hell,
Where the only thing we see is ourselves,
And in this prison we eternally dwell.

We must look to others to really see
All that we are meant to be.
But if from community we turn away,
We'll forever in our own hell stay.