I can't feel this love you speak of. Is it true?
I don't feel this constant need to share and chat.
I don't believe in this constant obsession. It only happens to a few.
Why am I the broken one? Why won't my heart pitter-pat?
Why am I forced to the side by my numb heart...
A heart that does not know,
doesn't know shared glances.
Cannot understand secret touches.
Doesn't feel a driving need for another.
Or does it simply feel the longing?
The longing for those touches and glances.
The desire for a twist and burn, making it ache with want.
The longing for unrestricted giving, that which I cannot receive.

This world is an unfair world.
A world where some are free in ways unimaginable.
The world is not unfair.
It is in balance... for now.