Living without Loneliness

To most, the need to be with others
Is as natural as needing to breathe
To be alone too long leaves one lonely
Distraught, isolated and desiring company
But for those like me, wired wrong
Such a thing is foreign, beyond understanding
When I wake up each day, to be alone is right
The norm, nothing unusual or strange
I do not feel a longing to have another beside me
Where most would wish to be with another
Only a quiet emptiness, a distant lack of feeling

So what is it like, to exist as a solitary creature
I do not regret my place or strange state
This is who I am, despite how alien it may seem
To most, it is impossible to know what I see
How I can live, and yet never feel that need
My instincts were shaped by the traumas of my youth
I am different, separate from the world around me
The struggles and stresses I find in my life
Are all things formed of living alone inside my heart
And doubt only forms when I ask of myself...
When one lacks something so basic, am I really human?

The question arises again, when I consider this curse
To fall away into numbness, a deadness of persona
Whenever my burdens become to great to bear at times
Wrapped within the shell of my wings, sealed away inside
Utterly emotionless, cold and unfeeling, bound by logic
The only factors that determine who I am and my actions
Are the morals I have ground into the core of my soul
Defining myself by those morals and codes keep me safe
From hurting those I hold dear when I am unable to feel guilt
So, as one who exists outside of the bounds of norm
I walk on and don't feel beholden to anything or anyone
And can only define myself by what I do and choose
As such, I live a life lacking, but I regret it not.