Purloin

I shouldn't have left the solitude that I had with me for a long time. 

My alienation was the essence to my being;

It always used to connect me with myself.

It was my blunder to enter the world to leave my bosom loneliness.

The crowd purloins me from myself.

The world never allows me to be myself.

The solitudes are also shouting here

 For truths that always not reflect the same.

 Now the truth is the only false here.