Unsatisfaction

Everyone is losing people

Even I have lost people

I sit here and I wallow

In my own selfish pain

I know other people hurt

I know I am no more important than the next person

I know so many things

And yet I know nothing

It would probably take a book to write down all the things I know

And yet,

I know nothing

I know something of love

Even though I don’t believe it exists

I know people love me

But if I say or think something of the sort

Then I am suddenly seen as pompous

Or arrogant

People say they want me to be loved

And as soon as I acknowledge it

For one shining moment

That moment is ruined

Because people say I shouldn’t be so blatant

Or arrogant

It’s all such bullshit

No matter what

People are never satisfied