"Do you even know what emotions are?" he looked desperate.
"Of course I do!" I answered.
"Do you feel any emotions?" now he looked disgusted with me.
"Yes," I answered calmly. "I feel happiness and anger, just like everybody else!"
"What about the others?"
"What do mean?"
"I mean the other emotions, like sadness, sympathy---"
I shook my head, "not everyone fell those, right?"
He looked at me like I was some hideous monstrosity.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
He said nothing and waked away, disappointed.
Sister scowled at me
I walked away
I sat in the car
wishing, thinking
what would it be
if I was loved?
Father yelled
I walked away
I sat in my room
wishing, thinking
what would it be
if I was loved?
Mother wept
I walked away
I sat in the corner
wishing, thinking
what would it be
if I was loved?
I scolded myself
I started to cry
I raised the knife
wishing, thinking
what would it be
if I was loved?
I'll never know,
I never could