The things you take for granted

You never know what needs feed

The emotions of another person

Until you find yourself afloat

In the midst of a confusing sea

Holding desperately to the only thing

You know to be really true

And that is what you feel yourself

If you even can be sure of that

Cause emotions roil, jealousy and suspicion

Coil, in the pit of your stomach

And you wonder, do I? Did I? But why

I’ve never been good at emotions

Other than my own, and from them I hide

As often as not, like a coward, deep down

I’ve just never been good at emotions

Or illness, and I find myself there, with no anchor

And I have to stay afloat or die

So I’m sorry if I can’t come out and play

Its not that I have nothing to do or say

I’ve just never been good at emotions

Or nausea, as the case may be

So I can only assure you all that I love you

As I always have, its just not a good time

For Sue to come out and play