Ask me a question.
I'd be more than happy to elaborate,
All of my passions,
And strange fascinations.
When is it my turn?
Do I have to be the one to ask questions?
There's so much of me that's trapped.
Trapped by a closed mouth.
I like to ask questions.
I love to ask questions.
But when do I get to talk?
Though, I understand why I won't.
Outcast.
What I do is too different.
Bizarre.
What I love isn't normal here.
When someone really does listen,
It's easy to tell when they do.
Curiosity shows that you're listening.
That's what I've noticed at least.
Too many times have I gotten,
A brief response ,
That completely shut me down.
Oh well.
I will always love learning about people.
