Loneliness

Four white walls surround me
A solid white ceiling and floor
No windows, no doors, no escaping
Isolation in a world of eight billion

With so many out there
Why can’t I relate
Why no conversation,
Just deprivation of human company
When I walk outside in a bubble
Perpetual solitary confinement

Is there something wrong with me?
Do I appear strange?
Do I appear dangerous?
Is that the reason no one will talk with me
About anything interesting
Anything besides the trivial?

Or is it my fear?
My insecurities?
My cautionary reluctance
To open up my soul?

Or am I just a narcissist?
Overblowing my own importance
Blustery winds of overbearing
Megaphone full of words?

I do not know
So I cry at night in my padded cell
In the full security of the prison
A captive of loneliness.