More on Social Anxiety

Every other day or so
I forget that
I don’t like people.

And say, “why don’t I like them?’
As I prance into
what I believe
is a dream of friendship
circles of multicolor happiness,
and pink charm.

Funny, how it takes
the real deal
to remind me:
I don’t like people

For the very same reason
I thought I would.

Because they think
so much
like me,
and yet not at all.

And because
in my darkest corner,
a people
took my tenderness
and tore it

I don’t like people.

And I don’t like me.

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