Wrong

What is wrong? you ask me
I can't even perform the action
to voice my dissatisfaction
to you
How did I get here?
to a place where
all I know is pain
on my face there is a strain
from smiling
so that everyone thinks
I am all right,
even now when I am not
I have this perverse theory
that if I make everyone else happy
some of it will rub off on me
I just need.....
something
somebody
Hell if I know
I just feel needy
I think I just need a life
To live
With people
With hobbies
With love
With laughter
I have been existing
For a while now
I just need life