What a cliche title.
Somebody's Calling to Me.
What does that even mean?
Hey guys, look, someone's trying to talk to me.

Why does that matter
Why does life matter
Who am I
What am I doing
God, why am I like this

Why can't I recognize that when someone is calling me
I should pick up
Or if someone wants a picture with me
I should join in
Or if someone loves me
I should love them back

How many people have I ruined?
Am I one of those people?
How can I fix it?

There's a beauty in being upset.
Being so full of yourself
And full of your own emotion
That when you look at someone else
You don't see them
You see yourself

Being upset with yourself is selfish.
Time for me to move on. I have someone to care for.