Why can’t I function around other human beings,
Why can’t I process the emotions of others I’m seeing,
Why can’t I stop being terrified in crowds,
How come I have to hide behind shrouds,
Why do I have to go off of a script to talk to someone,
Why is it I have to fake having fun,
I shut myself in because I don’t function as a person,
Yet if I don’t go out does my robotic condition worsen?
I want to love and live and feel life,
I don’t want this emotional torment and strife,
I’m tired of faking each thought and feeling,
I just want my true self to be emotionally appealing,
I’m sick of feeling alone in a crowded room,
Or locking myself away in my own private tomb.
Juxtaposed To A Fault 