Secret Places

I try and I fail I feel;
It's time to retreat.
Too often has the sting
Of insult and mock
Ruffled my feathers
And made dull my bright countenance.
I'm going away.

I'll remove myself from scrutiny,
Withdrawn from the world,
Seperated from the real.
Cached in a dugout somewhere
Where the mind's trespassings
Go without rebuke,
And silence is the single rule.

Noise and clutter are the norm.
I seek shelter from that trifling storm.
Vain and selfish the human race is,
So I steal myself to secret places.