Dissatisfaction Poem by Richard Dave Luison

Twenty-five and alive
But can I really call it a life?
I teach as a profession
Yet I doubt if it is really my vocation.

I am financially compensated for the job that I do
But does it really compensate the effort that I have put in to?
I have always felt dissatisfied
There is nothing but emptiness I am feeling inside.

Should there be someone to blame?
Is life nothing but a game?
Should I play the blame game?
If I do, will everything ever be the same?

Whom should feel ashamed?
Is it I, or the people who are part of my life?
If there is one thing I am sure of about my life?
That is the reality that I am really dissatisfied with my life.