Being lonely

I listen, I adopt, I react.

If I speak, if I share, if I initiate – I get ignored.

Is it me who cares too much or is it them who don’t care enough?

Having no solution for anything, I barely even know the question I want to answer. Meanwhile, I am chasing the same old ghost, caught up in an idea of a perfect world which is a lie, refusing to acknowledge my emptiness.