Talk to Fa

I understand them They don’t understand me I see them They don’t see me I get them They don’t get me

They say “Talking to you is like talking to air” I was being as vulnerable as I could I understood at that moment They are not capable of seeing me For who I am

That’s all I wanted Ever

They enjoy my company But they make me wanna be alone They love talking to me Of course, they do, I am listening the whole time They can be themselves around me I am glad they feel that way I wish I felt the same around them

And they will never know Any of these feelings

You know what I still choose to give Even if they don’t register that as giving To them, giving involves something tangible Something monetary Something you can only see with the eyes Something you can measure

There’s all sorts of giving Everyone is different Every single person born in this world Came with a unique role I am starting to understand mine I understand theirs, too

I accept my role I am still gonna be me.