For just a moment, may I be brutally honest with you?
Here I am in the depths of my loneliness,
Trying to make sense of everything in the world.
Sometimes, I feel like I have everything figured out,
But that feeling never lasts.
When people try to tell me who I am,
I get upset.
When people try to tell other people who they are,
When someone tries to tell someone else their whole life story when they've only just met them.
Why do we, as humans, always assume that we know everything
About people and things in general?
And why must we try to show that "knowledge" to everyone?
Why do we always assume that we are right?
Most people grow out of that state of mind after their teenage years,
But then again, some people don't.
They grow more and more immature,
Hurting everyone in their path.
Their stupid mouths ramble on, saying nonsense
And no one cares to hear the lies they come up with
To try and justify their unjustifiable behavior.
People are complex and I'm not a psychologist
But I try to raise the questions.