I've become one, one with myself, one with society, one with mind, one with culture, one with any and everything he or she fines comfortable in their own lives. I've become a success and a failure in so many eyes, I can only abide and see thru which is mine in a certain amount of time, I..... have found myself locked inside, there's never been a place to hide only a place to confide within ones self, and there i lay upon my own shelf stuck in my own "wishing well" wishing that i'll be well. I can only see what i want, yet i cannot wish where i want to be because i am where i want to be. Only thing I can't seem to see, is........me. I'm lost. and I can't call for help. Because no one can help me, better than......I.