Comfort

I've been protected from the outside.
It took me a while to get used to it.
But slowly, I was sinking into the comfort of it all.
I liked the alone time I got every day.
I loved the shows that made me feel alive inside.
But now days come when I am asked why I never leave.
Why I never visit the outside world.
I want to see it but the minute I enter it,
I do not want to stay long.
It Is not the place for me, I think.
Just when I began to love this zone I created for myself,
I began to get pulled out by others.
I didn't want to leave at certain times.
I want to stay and rest for a while.
Why must they bring me out when they were the reason that I had to create this space?
Why can't they stick to what they started with.
It Is unfair If they change their minds now.
I am too deep in my comfort zone.