corridor

i feel as though i'm searching for each piece
of the jigsaw puzzle in my mind
while sitting here i sense a vague release
for fitting one more piece these thoughts designed
the spaciousness of where i am right now
is looming with the ancientness of woe
this corridor, a place where solemn vow
was uttered secretly by me, i know
where can i turn when my own self declares
"you'll never be of any worth, my friend"
i stay but in my heart this feeling bares
and only finds a shadowy dead end
i'm so much less than anyone can see
and i'm annoyed cause they think they know me!