Isolated

Im sitting alone, willingly. I have a family in the other room but they're asleep. I chose to be by myself, on the floor, kinda. On a bean bag chair made to be a rainbow unicorn. I can't help but feel the irony so cushy on my bum. It fits. The irony, not the unicorn. Maybe the unicorn. Its natural for me to be alone. Its where I feel the most natural. I can be myself because it's only myself. Maybe I like to copy the demeanor and mannerisms of other people too much. Those are other problems for other times. It's easier to bring the isolation along with me and not move too much at all. Only subtle movements along with short pithy statements. Although, when i'm out i don't want to be isolated, but I make myself feel like i am. I do it to myself. Not really me though, someone else. He's also me but he wants something different. I let him have his way too much. I can be very persuasive. I can be very, very gullible. I'm never truly isolated. It's always me myself and i. I think that's the best way I can put it. But still, I enjoy my own company over anyone else's, so I isolate myself while wanting to join the fray, so that me myself and I can have something to talk about.