I am a strange human, a curiosity really. Not thought of as much but I am me. I’m not good at sports nor am I very pretty but I can listen, so that’s what I do. I listen and learn from those who are speaking with words or actions. I watch and feel but I cant speak. I feel every time I speak I screw something up.
Lies have twisted from my lips and they have fallen upon living ears.
The truth has flowed from my lips yet it fell upon dead ears.
Words I have spoken have confused companions and made people I care for feel betrayed. So I sit and listen for that is what I am good at. Perhaps that is what I am made for, but for once it would be nice to be heard by another.