Shame
Is not something
Of which I feel ashamed
It is a badge of rank
And suffering
And honour
I need it here
With guilt
And paranoia
And everything
In such intensity
That it promotes
Physical twitching

I adore my melancholy
And the comfort
That lies in sadness
Hopeless joy
And deeply tragic
Contentment

Loneliness
Is not so bad
When people
Make you want to be sick
Except that special someone
And a couple more

I'm used to alienating myself
It makes things
So much more
Interesting