I didn't want to be lonely;
I just wanted to be alone.
And I know that sometimes
silence can be your best-friend,
but I needed something
so much more than that.
Now I'm stricken with this
resentment;
this unsettling feeling that my
attempts at isolation have been
nothing but selfish-acts of
pitiful-shame.
I need someone now
more than ever,
but I can't seem to admit
my need.