I said I was gonna finish that.
I was gonna do this, gonna do that,
But I didn’t.
But I still wouldn’t.
Why?
I’m tired. I’m downtrodden.
I feel forsaken, forgotten,
I feel left out.
I feel rotten.
How am I supposed to feel?
I feel like I ask myself this so much.
I feel like I’m asking for so much,
Yet still not asking for enough.
From myself. From others.
From the world.
It bothers.
Me.
You.
We.
No, there is no “we.”
Yes there is.