Small talk

Yeah and if you don't do it
You will probabaly feel worse
Knowing this, is a curse
And look at all that joy
On their faces that don't
Know any better
Than the moods of the weather
I try to stop thinking
I forget to breathe between thoughts
Their exhausting logic I never got
Loud voices interject, remind me
To use every breath wisely 
My diverse curiosity, of which none is showing
And they ask me, how is it going?

-Al