i say i want to know i claim i want to know how people feel about me what do i do to them ? do i anger them ? confuse them ? frustrate them ? inspire them ? i fear im nothing but a nasty conglomerate of everything thats perfectly nauseating
i fear im too much yet never enough i fear im too distant but always too attached i fear im too pessimistic but far too positive
but really i dont want to know the thought of truly knowing what im doing terrifies me knowing will take away from the beautifully abstract mess that is my mind and its curiosity knowing will cause the weight of anxiety and responsibility to come pressing down on my feeble shoulders but at the same time it will be lifted no longer will i worry about hurting others for i will already know the damage ive caused so really i need to ask them do i wanna know ?
alternatively titled do i wanna know but i thought it was a little repetitive. not a poem a day but rather one every five minutes. i wrote all three of these too quickly last night.