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.