antisocial

The thought of them.

Those people talking to me,

like they know me. 

I don't want to make contact... not with a single one 

 

My hate for communicating with those I don't know,

it grows everytime,

everytime they try to speak to me.

 

I'm considered to be antisocial

or so I've been told 

but there is no way I, myself will consider it to be that way.

I like to think of it as,

I have an extreme hate for those people,

that I am not willing to get to know.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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