Baffled (Sometimes)

Do you think the whole world keeps spinning on what people don't say,

But really think about each other?

Sometimes when I wish I were less subtle,

I'm not,

Or maybe I could be a bit more accepting,

I'm really not,

Or Heaven help me I should be nicer,

I'm horribly not,

And eventually you come to wondering,

Just what in the world is it?

With all this realism, pessimism, flatulism,

Can it keep going?

Have I ever smiled,

Unsarcastically,

When thinking all that?

Sorry that wasn't much of a poem.