I think about others before thinking of myself,
but I am not selfless... I have a self.
when I consider myself I wallow in sadness
for I feel nobody's thinking of me.
Very simple, I am... when it comes down to it. Starved of attention and unsure of social protocol, not comfortable talking and over-indulgent in listening; to learn, to understand what it is that makes people talk, why they talk as they do and what it means. I don't know much, although I think about a lot. I wish to make people happy, although some warn against that. Some find it frail, they have me think I am too willing to please while I am merely complacent.
I don't