Someone asks about me,
We're new to each other.
How do I tell them?
What do I utter?
An introduction is needed,
It's tricky, this part.
How to explain?
I guess we'll just start.
They ask what I do,
What can I say?
My time is spent resting,
I don't work all day.
"That must be nice!"
They sit and exclaim.
They don't understand,
Not entirely to blame.
Their days off are nice,
They wish they had more.
Don't know what it's like,
To lie and stare at the door.
"What about for fun?"
Another complex question.
How do I answer,
Without adding tension?
My hobbies are lost,
Can't meet with friends.
I sit in isolation,
And hope that that ends.
I'm still a whole person,
Just hard to outline.
Did I make it awkward,
Cause I'm not all sunshine?
Are my answers too big?
Seen as oversharing?
I don't have those little things,
To which you're comparing.
Too honest and raw,
Vague and non-committal.
Those are my choices,
When my life it is little.
I'm still deciding,
What do I share?
And then you're away,
See you, take care.
