My skin is crawling.
Touch makes me very angry
I can't stand the thought
of a room full of people
looking at me
like I've grown an extra head.
Or maybe I've grown fangs
to match my biting words?
Are they glaring now?
Good.
My cold behavior is putting people off
and i'm roughly shoving people aside
No, I don't want to hug them,
No, i'm not trying to be rude,
no, i'm not sick
I'm not sick
I'm not sick.
Tonight, I feel like a monster
please don't touch me.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
My skin is crawling.
Touch makes me very angry
I can't stand the thought
of a room full of people
looking at me
like I've grown an extra head.
Or maybe I've grown fangs
to match my biting words?
Are they glaring now?
Good.
My cold behavior is putting people off
and i'm roughly shoving people aside
No, I don't want to hug them,
No, i'm not trying to be rude,
no, i'm not sick
I'm not sick
I'm not sick.
Tonight, I feel like a monster
please don't touch me.
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