He is also there,

listlessly looking away --


we mumble hello.

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.

they say that’s out. No dice. Preposterous. Absurd. Went completely unheard.
That was then; this is now.
Now is sober reflection in direction.
Now is routine. The rest unseen.
Now is habit falling into havoc. Now is empty.. whats your trend? To apprehend ****.

Your words,
They sting.
So sharp,
But not sharp enough to pierce through,
Only to stay lodged beneath my skin.
So that every time someone brushes by,
I hurt.

Funny thing,
You care,
Like a mother should.
And yet still,
I can see you,
When you're old,
Regretting,
*You're alone.