That Shadow of the Corner

It's that lonely, cold corner that beckons me, that in its coldness bespeak much of its warmth. This is the oxymoron at its best, that in the gregariousness, the loneliness is at its peak. I detest company, much as I am constantly in the presence of them. I am the Blue inviolate, and when pressure forms, the instinct is to shut them all down, such that you hear...nothing. Have I lost my English sense? Have I lost the weapon? Hemmed in at all sides, I want to break down, but I will take up my arms once again. Fury is my strength, as much as apathy is my shield. The cause is mine alone. I am the Blue Rebel.