Am I so repulsive to the naked eye,

That it makes me alone in the world?

Am I so negative to people who care,

That I push them to the breaking point?

Am I so deep and far in my mind,

That the darkness distorts reality?

Am I so cruel to the world I know,

That it shuns me from its existence?

Am I such a recluse,

That no one has a care?

Am I such a pain,

That everyone places all their burdens on?

Am I so dark,

That darkness itself fears me?

Am I just myself,

That makes me this way?