knowledge

you know

everything,

they say.

it feels like i know

nothing.

my friends used to tell me

everything.

now they tell me

nothing.

i know

everything

about how to help someone

but i know

nothing

about how to help

myself

i know

everything

about how to

lie

‘things are fine.’

but i know

nothing

on how to convince myself that

things are fine

i know

everything

on how to

live,

but i know

nothing

on how to

do it

i know

everything

about myself

but know

nothing

on what it’s like to

be myself

i know

everything

about passion

but know

nothing

about the feeling of

having it

i know

everything

about the dark

i know

nothing

outside of it

i know

everything

about escaping

i know

nothing about

leaving

i know everything

i know nothing