I am lonely.

Closed in my own cubicle.

No one is allowed in.

Only ones who truly care.

Which is no one, of course.

Must people be so heartless?

So uncaring?

So self-absorbed?

Not noticing others' cries for help!

But only hearing their own happiness ring in the silence.

The silence that always fills my ears.

Nothing is genuine.

Why is this so?

How can people say, "Trust no one but yourself."

When I cannot even trust myself.

How can I trust myself if I do not know myself.

Do I know anything in this living Hell?

[mandie•marie]