Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Just Is

Why am I thus? Why am I so?

Would ask my friends and family.

I'd simply reply, "I don't know."

But I was worried about me.

It seemed that as I got older,

The many men and women of

Lust in my life made me colder.

I never felt any true love.

Incapable of love, some say

Is just how some humans turn out.

I do believe that I'm that way,

Not good or bad, just fact no doubt.

Why am I so? Why am I thus?

Questions no longer call me fuss.