I am ok,
If I stay alone.
More than me is a burden,
Can you tell by my crazy tone?
It's weird...
I force myself to accept that I need nor want anyone.
So...when I am done.
I am by myself.
I am mature...but not mature?
An old soul,
Insightful to weird as mole.
So...I stay,
And say,
Companionship,
With me...
Could not be a relationship.
I could never be a positive in life...
With so many negatives...
Twisted sharp like a knife,
I don't want death.  
I just want entertainment forever.
Immortal, but never to go through a portal.
Only to read and watch.
Alone.
That would be nice.
But here is the splice.
I do...want companionship.
A relationship.
But what girl would ever want me back, and me her.
What guy would ever be friends with me, and me him.
To hangout.
To have the same fun.
Same humor.
None.