They Never Know What To Say Poem by Riley Choma

They never know what to say.

Humor seems to be the go-to approach, and that is fine until its not.

What they deem funny is often also offensive.

Is it preconceived notions or just intolerance?



They never know what to say, but I really wish they did.

It seems to be consensus that this is relative to my sensitivity.

What they think means far more to me than it should.

Is it harder to allow flourishing misconceptions, or to speak out only to hear "Don't be so sensitive? "



They never know what to say, and as time goes on I realize I don't either.

I seem to be a part of perpetual confusion, and I get the feeling it hurts me more than it does them.

What they deem misunderstandings, manifests for me like world war three.

Is it just me?