Anti-Social

Just because I speak eloquently,

It doesn't mean I'm all there mentally.

Manic empathy and social anxiety,

Manic depression and a person I cannot be.

All the ingredients make up make my own recipe.

Homegrown insanity, none of this makes sense to me..

Actually, scratch that. I can see it all unravelling.

I've got this man in my brain who thinks he can show me the way.

But there's nothing but "keep your eyes held down and turn them away".

That's how you'll get through this, you know you can trust me..

It's the eyes of the people that see and mistrust you.

They know you're true side and disgust must ensue.

You know deep inside thats just how they see you.

You know it's real, you know it's true.

You can feel it through and through.

What you say, what you do..

You'll always be a freak, yeah that's you.

Always scared to speak, sit still.

No sudden movements, be chill.

You're in their point of view.

Standing out like you're askew.

Watch them look and point at you.

And there laughing at you still.

So what can you do, with no fight and no will.

No esteem or assertion, no prey for the kill.

You dont want to hurt them but distance turns ill.

Turns ill your love for me.

Turns sweet into salty.

It turned me on my family.

It turned this child, unholy.