There are worse things

than any of my things
and that alone
makes me normal
i hoard my lonliness
while i covet
the others togetherness
i cant seem to recitfy
my ends
with my means
i cant ratify my days
with my dreams
not like i used to

ive spent years now
expanding my self-awareness
but now i fear i have become
absorbed
by myself
and i want to know
more than me.