I talk and they bark
I touch and they bite
Nothing I can say or do ever seem right
I am lost and I am confused
By all the things they say and do
Why is the world a hostile place?
I feel so displaced
I am terrified to speak
I am anxious to touch
Why does the world hate me so much?
I am lonely and I am afraid
From my true world I have strayed
But people say you’ve lost your mind
There is no other world to find
So get along with what you’ve got
Stop crying about what you’re not
Get away and be quiet now
You are making the air stale
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