Questions...They always seem to elude me...

I do tend to understand complex ideas,
Yet people tend to avoid my direct conversation.
Am I obtrusive?
I know I'm judgemental, but still.
I am caring, but people don't get it.
They don't understand that I will always be there for them:


...even if they are not there for me.
Completeness isn't always unacailable...it isn't.

But they treat me as it is.
I don't get it.
The master of explanations can't understand the situation...

Kinda poetic if you consider the circumstance.
Even though I endure all of the pomp and circumstance, the only time my condition is taken in for understanding is happenstance...
I don't get it.

I really don't, the more I strech myself for others, the more I feel used...
I know that I am a complete individual, but I can't solve my own issues if I'm editing yours...
Trite conceptions are always placed on my desktop...I can't be