Complete

Deafened by the silence around me.
My own thoughts sit and surround me.
I talk with them and I chat aloud.
Aspects of my personality make a crowd.

Red hot anger sits alone in the corner.
Disappointment is a quiet mourner.
Sadness sits and consumes himself.
Happiness is smiling, what else?

Content is relaxed watching TV.
Smug is grinning grotesquely.
Defiance sits proud and confronts.
Reliance comforts him up front.

I am all, and I am none.
I'm a shadow of everyone.
I've won them all, but wear Defeat.
Maybe one day I'll be complete.