Otherness

It's something I feel often. 

people talk at great lengths, with 

such passion of things I do not 

understand. 

They speak of romance and attraction 

like the world will end without it. 

And when I am asked 

no answer of mine can satisfy.

when I say I don't feel what

they desire so desperately their troubled stare

fogs the once so carefree conversation.

Do I have a heart?

How could I possibly live like this?

And now from one simple word I've changed

no longer human 

just

Otherness.