Glad To Be Alone

Alone.
The breeze
plays with my hair,
wraps arounnd my waist
and lifts my skirt flirtfully.
I'm alone.
In the middle of the ocean,
I'm alone.
My toes grasp
the lone rock
I stand on,
while water sprays me
and crashes against the rock.
It's high tide,
and I've found myself alone:
away from the crying babies,
away from the pestering siblings,
away from the adults
who want me to bathe in sunscreen.
away from the beach,
with it's new couples,
annoying kids and loudness.
A loudness that
I kinda wanna be a part of.
But, like an awkward
puzzle piece,
I know that I don't fit.
And nowadays,
I prefer
to be all by my lonesome.