A Skit

It buzzes in my head, a little war I have going on
I love being alone, I hate being left alone
I can’t express that I am alone

Does it really matter, this pretty face that you say I have?
The only identity I ever gave to myself,
Made a world around it, keep it safe.
One single change I get and it shatters me,
For I think I am letting you down.

Facades I create for each one I meet,
I feel lost, where is my authenticity?
“Try to go out”, but I hated it then,
“Try this time, we aren’t the same”
The buzzing in my head, here we go again.

Walk past me and call me unapproachable,
A little smile and “you are so easy to talk”
It seems like I am always running late, according to the clock.
Here I am living life, struggling to be stable,
Where do you find time to tangle my every cable?

I keep staring at the sky to see if something changed
You find my way of thinking very, very strange
Why are you reading this in the excitement of relating to it?
Because everything you see of me, is merely a skit.