I do not care for tomorrow
I am engrossed in yesterday
And everything that I have done wrong
I feel the need to re-live
Every second
Of guilt
Of shame
Of SHAME

Dear God,
I become someone quite, quite strange
And someone of whom I must be ashamed
Every time I feel anything about anyone
But myself:
I am expendable, you are not, my darling
What was your name again?
My self-absorption is such
That I have forgotten
Who you are

I am so sorry
For making myself seem attractive
With a shy smile
Or a hint of personality
I think within ten minutes
You must have seen
The danger

And you don't want
To give a penny for your thoughts
Since when would you pay
A penny
For a holocaust?