Why do people try to push me off the edge of a cliff,
Saying “you won’t mind – you don’t have feelings”
“You don’t mind if a trample all over your heart,
After all it is only made of mud and stone,
There’s nothing going in there so why moan?”
In innocent days spent at work trying to extract
All the poison darts aimed at me for no reason,
Surely, we could slice Peter’s heart up into bits
He can’t possibly feel anything, it is no surprise,
I mean look at him dour, stupid with dull eyes!
Don’t worry about telling him his father died
It doesn’t matter for he has the heart of steel
When we hurl abuse at him and he just stands still
Like an unfeeling statue with no expression
Beneath contempt he is with no intention.
Why worry if he is upset about the passing
Of his only father – it doesn’t worry me none
We don’t need to ask him how he feels
He has no real feelings so why bother to question
There are more important things to do like watch TV.
We can’t be bothered to explain to Peter the dullard
Why he should not go to his mother’s funeral
After all he has no place in our family at all.
A person such as this can not possibly feel
It doesn’t matter if he can – does it really?
Recognition of other people’s humanity
Through the fact that they have feelings
Is lost on many people and they don’t care!
Some despise their own feelings and dare
To transfer their disgust on to other people.
Tumbling through space as I leave the edge
Of the cliff far behind me waiting for the hurt
That comes with meeting the ground below
My tears warm my face and wet my t-shirt
Feelings extinguished by an unfeeling family.