Screwing up.

You're hearing, but you're not listening.
You're looking, but you're not seeing.
Not everybody can be like you, not everybody'd want to be like you.
Cos when you do things, they've no meanings.
You feel that feelings are an imperfection, & will never be able to understand them.
Cos without those feelings that over time you've killed, understanding is non-existent.
You're looking at the page, identifying the words,
but they aren't affecting your thought process.
In the end, you were hearing me, but you're still not listening.
Bad week.