Being the ears that listens than the mouth that speaks I find how insignificant we are all to each other
I find not one worry in any of the names that they mention just "Me, Myself, and I" and every lie in between
I find it humorous how the world revolves in every one-upping as everyone speaks in competition and I quietly sit there with a smile in every comment just waiting for a turn to be listened
The "conversation" continues, losing every turn I could muster and realizing after every word how I have no right to speak as everyone's sadness and agony as everyone's joy and success I must find more important than mine