Social creature
Never claiming such.
With "abnormalities" un-crutched,
You've touched.

The imprints you've left are what may haunt you,
Otherwise, loneliness may overtake you.

Let them in, speak your mind
Open up, back down
It's time to hide,
And find a familiar place to confide.

A familiar mind that appears to know you.
It's all you need.
Somewhere you can open.

Now your imprints can be left without worry.
"Who was here?" Is comforting in the midst of confidants.

Now, no lonely concern of recognition
Paradoxian desires bursts minds in hiding.

To be known and unknown.
Appreciated but unshown.

Wanting anonymity.
Under guise of being idle.
Your home is exclusivity.

A social creature, intentionally untitled.