Time For Me

Every time i try to have
My own private time
Bombarded i am with
Questions as to why

My actions are dissected
Piece by piece
No one understands
My need for peace of mind

When i choose to shut
The world and noise out
Guilt and sulking are thrown at me
They don’t care what its about

All i want is my own space
Time to collect my thoughts
Find my inner muses
But outsiders don’t get it
They push and push

It is not rocket science
Nor a great mystery
I just need time to be free

Why are they so confused?