I often wear myself out
without going anywhere:

Why did you say that?
Why did you do that?
What will they think of you?
Oh I wish I hadn't gone!

Then:

Forget it, you're really not that significant.
They don't spend time thinking about you.
No one gave a second thought
to what you said or what you did.

Finally:

Besides, they have their own interior monologue,
their own enemy within.
Not all of them surely?
No, not all. Envy the bliss of the ones who don't
but rejoice you lack their ignorance.

I often wear myself out
without getting anywhere.