Absence

You are not present in your mind, you are somewhere else drifting on the flow of consciousness,
And everyday it hurts you, because you are thinking about nothing while everything is going on around you,
Because the truth is that you do not care.
Yet you want to care, you want to be a person to turn to, someone to shoulder the worries of others, to carry the sum of their concerns on your back,
Someone to be counted on.
You want to make them laugh, you want to make them wise.
But what good is it to want?
You are not there.
Try as you might you look at faces vacantly and the moment they turn to you, you escape from yourself and they can see it happen and it makes them sad.