Question ?

People want to question me but have no questions to ask,
When they do have a question I play no part,
I think in a cloud, a bubble of thought

The past is past, lets start a new thought
People are disturbed and me not answering makes them erupt.

A time has not passed when the moon has been lit
To brighten my doom of bitter bitter wit
I don't regret when I make someone angry
I don't regret when someone insults me
I don't regret me not understanding the world
I only regret standing even when it hurts.

No one knows what I want, no one seeks what I need
I have something to tell about, it is only the question that keeps me out.

By: Anika Vasudev, 6A