Lonely

I do get lonely when I think about it; When I don't, I still find solitude bleak. What do I do about it? Should I change anything? It doesn't sound easy But it is simple as is. Maybe, deep inside, I'm waiting For something or someone To come along and perturb me, Awaken me from this mask. I do get lonely When I think about it; So I don't think at all At least, that's what it seems.