Silence.

Everybody needs somebody.
Everyone has a friend.

The people who know people,
Well enough.
To know, more than they know,
What they want.

You can't just explain to someone
"This is who I am"
And you can't make them know you,
Even if you want to.

The earning.
The learning.
The person who knows.
What you want.

You don't find them annoying.
Because they know how not to be.
You couldn't explain,
What it is,
That is,
Annoying,
Till the only person who isn't,

Is gone.

'Why aren't you doing that?'
Only they know.
'Why are you doing that?'
You don't even know.
But they do.

The plan is,
To find out,
Who you are.
You may not realize that that is your goal.
It is.
But a knife can't be sharpened on air.
You need.
A stone.

You're all so fucking annoying.