Seconds and Sharing

Oh shit, she's crying!
I want to go to her,
but can I?
It's not my place,
for I have none:
I have none.
What am I doing here?
Waiting for seconds?
Waiting for more?
I need a place
one all my own
amidst this madness,
this uncertainty
this lack of privacy...
But should I share?
Should I hide?
What's the harm?-
but it's my life!
Those are my dreams,
my thoughts!
my fears!
Is nothing sacred?
Is nothing pure?
Can't I keep it all to myself?-
locked away inside my heart
where no one can find it,
where no one can see.