I’m glad you gained something from using me,

though I’m sad that’s all you thought you’d need

I’ll be happy knowing you’re happy,

though I won’t condone your reasoning

My heart is confused at the thought

of someone not knowing their humanity

but it knows better than dwelling

because it can’t stop feeling what it sees

I know I’m okay.. no point in worrying.

Answers exist before questions,

so where is purpose in wondering?