Sometimes

Sometimes
Sometimes it’s like I tell myself things
Things I’m convinced I know
But I don’t really know them

I tell myself
I am not attached

I tell myself
I do not care

I tell myself
I do not need

Anyone.

I can be alone.
I understand when friends leave.
People are temporary.

I know all these things,
So why do they still surprise me?

I think I never take myself into account.
I think I base everything around what everyone else will do all the time to everything.

I forget I am here too.
And I,
am unpredictable.