Why can't they just treat me like a human
And not some fascinating machine
That can provide great mystery and
Something to ease the loneliness

I exist and I exist with a heart
One that can be hurt more than
It already is

Why can't God stop trying to reach out
And teach me lessons
With all the people who do this to me

Why can't I be left alone
And experience something I'd like
Something new
And something that won't arise my
Terribly uncomfortable
Suspicions.

When I leave myself to be
The silence consumes me
And all my fears
Turn into dust
That can fill my lungs
At any moment

When I don't say a word
The loudness becomes absurd
And all my fears
Devour the moment
That is meant to be cherished
Each and every time

sometimes people make me sick
because they expect so much
and do so little for themselves
to stay and see that life can be beautiful
with people who are interesting