Sometimes I am not me II

I am an abhorrent variation,
small in heart and
tight in mind. Airless
and sure, when right
becomes wrong it is
so sure. I contain
everything lost which
will never be found,
but still searched
for, all the hurt
but never the forgiveness,
each fault of the
world a seed richly
sown into a harvest
I gleefully tend
knowing I am right,
knowing, yes, see,
I am always right.

– April 2, 2003