Why Was There No Room For You?

Oh my God, I am such an egotist...
It was so much always about I
Never any space for such as you
I never could find the space in the conversation
For any other experience other than Mine
I could never find the other anecdote
That did not include I
That was not My experience
I am so sorry...
But, nonetheless, I...

When troubles hit
They where all My instigation,
When love did linger,
It was always Mine...
When endings came
My endings were They.

I (if you will pardon the egotism...)
Will strive to diminish this domination
Of you and yours.
Unfortunately, it would appear that I am but this way...
I cannot seem to shake this impenetrable I,
A dominating weakling like
The springtime in the Rocky Mountains;
Intense for the time being, but altogether
Short in the long
And empty in the threat.
Empty...

Oh, how empty...

I wish that I could take out the I in all of this. I wish that there were sanity in all of this, but instead there is volatility and rebuke. It is not that which is happening, but that which sponsors the happenings that worries me the most. I do not know which way to go from here, and from whither or thither it comes is beyond my understanding. I only know that (for a fact) it has been over a decade that I have been (sort of) nudged into the space that I am in now. Certain well-intentioned folk have noticed my plight and (sort of) nudged me into this direction, and it scares me to no end.
I wish that I could find some answer in the paths that I have been looking...
Oh, but I wish that I could make some sense of this riddle that has plighted me for so long now;
Where do I put this I?