“Anti-Social”

I rarely call people by name
Unless they’re bound to me by blood
As if I’ll scare them all away
As if I’ll get too close for my own good

If they turn to me and say
That they’re my friend, then I will balk
And if someone tells me that they like me
I’ll stand trembling in shock

I don’t like to say the first words
And I’ll oft not even say the last
I just turn aside and look away
As if my approach would be a trespass

I like to hope that I’ll be different
I can believe that it might change
But still I bow my head some days
And wish the world would go into its grave.