Communicating

Not that I desire to most of time Though communicating is not a crime, Try to be normal and share different things Though much of the time ignorance brings… More talking… Hence I repeat much I say For others not me; All for only just they. Then once again feel quite snubbed and Guilty if others bugged Leaving me and go on walking Just because I did some talking. Pursue and share for mere connection Resulting in alien abjection, I silence with my very last bow... They all start to talk to me now.