Drifting

We are both looking for someone but not for each other; both alone in a cruel world, drifting. Why do I feel guilty for the feelings I can't express? Why do I feel responsible for the emotions I can't feel? Like you, I am a person who just wants to be loved. I want to feel lovable. Am I? Maybe we don't all have a purpose, a reason. Maybe things don't always work out and we end up just floating around in a place we don't belong. For some, we are a face with no name. Others are a name with no soul. We exist but we don't live. We appear but we don't thrive. Maybe the path of life and the obtainable goals aren't consistent with everyone. Some are capable; some are failures.