I don't need you.
I don't want you.
I don't need anyone except me,
I don't want anything except what I have.
I'm enough for this thing we call life.
They all let me down,
even the ones I trusted most,
for years and years on end.
I'm so incredibly happy,
Now that I know it's just me,
my thoughts, and the world
on this journey.
No one will ever be
enough for me
Nothing else could
ever be enough.
I expect perfection
and I'm always disappointed
the only thing that's perfect,
that's real
is me, is nature,
is the universe.

Sometimes I let others in,
but just to the guest room
and they never stay
more than a night.
They leave through the window
without a word
And it is good.
I am an island.
My song, my voice,
my thoughts, my secrets
are only ever for me
and the winds when I whisper them
or the oceans when I shout into the darkness
and no one will ever hear.