#128 The Explanation Point!

From the day that I was born,
my mother wanted an explanation!
"What's wrong with you?"

I dreaded the day
when I would have to explain...
so, I refused to talk until I was three!

then...
"What the hell are you doing?"
"What the hell are you thinking?"

now...
all these years later,
if I am sad or mad or scared,
I panic.
"What the hell am I feeling?"
someone wants to know.

Nothing. I am feeling nothing.
Nothing beyond the explanantion point!