Thief (Poem)

They stole my loneliness,
my precious, precious loneliness.
They watched and listened to my words.
recorded them, made transcripts,
and sent them over the wires.
Everybody read them intently,
because now that I might
have  said something incriminating.
And then I realized I had the spotlight,
So I opened my mouth to speak,
and they went back to ignoring me.
Nobody was interested in my motives,
only the incidents that surrounded me.