I have
Many voices
Telling me
About the people I see.

Their words are
like pollen
Spreading within the winds
Clogging your lungs.

He's cheating on his wife
I wonder if I should tell her?
No. That's impertinent.

Of course,
She's lying about her mother
I can't mention that.
No, you can't.

So I sit.
Watching.
Tracking.
Logging.

I'm not autistic,
Nor psychotatic.
Or sociopathic.

I merely have a knack
For noticing and noting
Patterns.

We humans are habitual,
Those that aren't should be avoided!
You're right.
They're dangerous.

For you see,
I may feel love
But they don't

And if your only weakness is
You lack of emotion
Then you're a predator too.

But, I don't want to hurt anyone
Or rather
I don't want to hurt anyone
That doesn't hurt me and mine first.

Me and mine being
Me, myself and I
As well as those that
Control my feelings.

So while a predator
may recognise another
that doesn't mean you are one too.
No.

It may just mean you're diligent.
Vigilant, even.
You care for your loved ones.
Becsuse they are your weakness.

But if I didn't have
Loved ones
Family.

I'd be a threat too, right?
You're far too easy to track
Tsking the same road home Everyday.

I don't want to hurt.
I want to be meaningful.