you wouldn't understand

the way that this brain works
with it's strange feelings
that end up on bits of paper
that get crumpled and thrown away
that get typed on a keyboard

jealously glaring at those faces
that i've never seen
hating souls that i've never touched
because i
JUST CAN'T DO IT LIKE THEM
can i?

no

i can't do anything like anyone
because i'm not anyone
but me
and until i accept that
terrible truth
that i am
just me
i'm going to hate
this,

aren't i?