No Know

There are times I wonder what you think
And cannot really tell from how you act,
At least not so that it will really sink
Into my understanding. I react,
As I must do, but never can be sure
That what I do is right. How could I be?
Knowledge is the only lasting cure
For such a foolish disability,
And that I cannot seem to find. To know
How you are feeling, what about, and why,
Is all I want and need. I'm lacking, though,
So all that I can really do is try.
I try my best, and hope that you're aware
That even when I fail, I still do care.