A Delicious Emotional Stew

I genuinely like myself for most of the things I do And it brings me joyous pleasure when it pleases you When we do things for each other it seems to work just fine And trouble will come calling when I think too much is mine We’re in this life for sharing, to that there is no doubt Wisdom, inspiration, humour, all have their unique clout But being home and lonely has a vocabulary of its own Lonesome thoughts hauntingly dictate such a different tone Sadness, depression, and grief, such strong exhaustive notions Stopping me in my tracks, conjuring such negative emotions Attacking my sensitive ego and deflating my self esteem And feeling sorry for myself, what does that even mean The words that I am thinking and playing in my mind Should be of greater wisdom, inspiring and more kind Making me feel better and making you feel better too Holding us together like a delicious emotional stew