He nearly exclaimed, I swear, 

That no one can expect to come

Out of all I've been through

Without being affected by it all.

He said it was remarkable

That I was still standing

And that I hadn't lost my wits

Despite the severe cruelty.

He continued that it was

Uncommon as a result

To not bear animosity toward others,

Or a profound sense of distrust,

Or not be completely disconnected

For having lost any belief that it's

A good thing to have people around,

But with me, I care deeply about people.

He seemed so enchanted by that,

Still not sure what to make of it.