I want to socialize
Like one of those humans I see walking by my store, with friends
Do I even remember how to be friends?
Is that why I don’t have friends? Because I can’t remember how?
I don’t know how to be like them all
Whatever face they’re showing I suppose
I can’t say they’re free and being themselves
Surely more of them feel like me like
The insides and the outsides don’t meet
But they always seem to be enjoying themselves those humans talking to each other
I’d like that, to talk to someone who listens and understands
I always find it hard because the therapists they seem to get it but no one else seems to get it
But maybe it’s their job
I don’t know how to have a relationship where I am fulfilled
I’m always filling other people’s missing spaces
I’d like to have a relationship
Any relationship
Where I feel like my needs are met
But then I wonder, simply,
Am I asking too much?
Is the reason no relationship has been fulfilling because I have impossible to fulfill fulfillments?
That’s just such a funny looking word
I don’t know what is too much
So afraid of too much
Everything seems like too much when you have nothing
Next to nothing
I don’t want to discount what I do have
But everyone else has friends that want to talk to them
And I have friends who can exist with or without me
I’m not something special to anyone
I don’t expect the perfect relationship
But friends would be nice
I’d like friends
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