isolated in a world too full. alienated from myself and my surroundings. struggling to feel anything at all. seeking truth in a doomed charade. who am i if i'm not mine? reaching out with hands of shattered glass. this embrace only brings new wounds. fulfillment, i can never find. how could i love another when i don't know me? this can't be real. i wasn't born to feel this way. all honest emotion lost to obsession and jealousy. starving for affirmation, i search outside of me, but only once i love myself can i begin to be. not this time. i am mine.