...alone is not lonely...

What was your motivation?
The power.
When you walk down that crowded hall, every face turns to stare.
In some, you can see the glint of fear shimmering in their eyes.
They quickly look away.
You smile inwardly, still careful to keep a dead expression glued to your face.
You show no weakness, and no joy.
Is it such a sorrowful existence you lead?
Was it great pain that made you streak your face with artificial tears?

What is it you are afraid of?

If they really know me, they will hurt me, you say to yourself.
Many have let you down before, it won't happen again.
But, unable to trust, you are left alone.
Are you really that self-sufficient?
Can you exist without being touched by the lives of others?
You have drawn inward, failing to take part in the community of souls, failing to share the tears, the laughter, the pain, the joy.

But it is not a failure.

You know where your worth lies.
It lies not with the assortment of people some call friends.
You do not deal in that currency.
You like to be alone, yet you are not lonely.
The two do not always go hand-in-hand.
There are some you trust.
Looks can be deceiving.
They are not always there, but they know when they should be.
Be close, and yet far, you tell them. They understand.

So you sit alone, your favorite place, and you create.