They're always quite tricky to grasp.
Why should I even have to ask
for a moment, just to
consider what
they mean?

Tears, or some
other genuine display,
something that could prove
that I truly do care, and that I'm
not some ever-unloving sycophant.

But as I come back to my responses,
only an hour later do I find regret.
They are not like me, and they
cannot understand
why I am so.

It does mean
something, not
only to them, but to
everyone. That is why
we continue to act these ways.

She shared one of these with me, you know,
and yet as I told her that I was thankful,
not a tear, or genuine smile, or any
thing other than disapproval
appeared in my eyes.