The Know-Nothing

 

Oh God

What am I?

I thought…

D****t.

I thought

I meant something

I guess

I don’t know

What I could

Possibly

Be thinking.

Why would you…

I guess…

My thoughts

Remain

Incomplete

Since I can’t even

Speak the words

I so desperately

Need

Let alone

Write them.

I write

And write

And write

Being so damn

Naïve

To everything

That’s glaring

Me in

The

Face.

I should have

Known!

Of course!

Why didn’t

I see it?

I was too

Blinded by my

Own needs

I suppose.

But

This isn’t about

Me

Anymore

Or was it

Ever?

Maybe it was

Always you

I can’t

Even cry

Too tired

Too exhausted

Too shocked

Too angry

Too crazed

Too everything

Or

Too nothing.

Why…

My only God damn

Question.

God…

I can’t even

Be angry at

You.

“I’m not mad

At you

I’m mad

At the

Situation”

How many times

Have I said that?

I mean

It

(Though I wish

I could make things

Simple and just

Be mad

At

You).

D****t.

I mad at

Myself

Because…

I don’t know

I never know

This proves

Everything.

I

Know

Nothing.