I never feel the urge to stare,
I never feel the butterflies,
I never feel my cheeks going red,
I never feel warm and tingly inside.
I’ve considered that I could be gay,
Or even possibly bi.
But both of these would still include
These feelings I should have inside.
Thus I suppose there’s no conclusion.
I’m no different from who I thought I was.
I’m just bad at being straight,
There can be no other cause.
However when one does some research,
One can discover what I might be.
One can look into the overlooked,
The unknown genre of asexuality.
I don’t ever feel the urge to stare,
And I don’t feel the butterflies,
I don’t feel my cheeks turn red,
But it’s okay because I know who I am inside.