I am the blasphemy.
Of apathy.

And,
flat affect.

In this feminized.
Extroverted society.
Where you're expected.

To be nice.
To be friendly.
To be social.
To be emotional.
To be a woman.

I don't quite know what equality is.
When the deck is stacked against me.
Cause I'm quiet and unemotional.
I suppose buffoons who bluster are better.

Sorry I can't smile today.
That's part of the diagnosis.

Sorry, I can't chit chat about.
Literal nothing.
That's a personal vendetta.

Your tolerance is showing.

Living in a ******* preschool.