live in a hole

full of grief i scream at the wind, thought i heard the words of others, imprison myself, and stay in a shell, i won't let you in to have a story to tell, things tend to drag me down, don't understand so they hate me now, my fear grips the will of stone, my grip fears i'll die alone, i promised myself somewhere in the teenage life, i'd never submit to the ones i will not be like, live in a hole, but stay close to my kind, cause they understand what burns in my mind, i still feel incomplete, friends are few and far between,