It's something I feel often.
people talk at great lengths, with
such passion of things I do not
They speak of romance and attraction
like the world will end without it.
And when I am asked
no answer of mine can satisfy.
when I say I don't feel what
they desire so desperately their troubled stare
fogs the once so carefree conversation.
Do I have a heart?
How could I possibly live like this?
And now from one simple word I've changed
no longer human