Why Do People Do It?

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.