locked in my mind
guarded by own limitations

so alone, so alone, so alone
only those thoughts, loud, unkind

as if I needed to find out
as if I didn't know
as if they could tell me something new

yes, it was me,
me, with all that smallness,
me, with all my weakness,
me, with all that subjectivity,
me, with all my nativity

guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty

sentenced to lifetime of dealing with myself
not knowing how to make a friend with