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…
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.