Why do I dislike your company?
Why does the conversation run dry?
Why does your presence elicit disharmony?
Why do you render my plans awry?


I find your interests to be drivel,
And I suppose I can understand,
Why you struggle to remain civil
When you find my passions to be bland.


Why do I look forward to solitude,
But only when you're the alternative?
Why do I have this distasteful attitude,
When my optimism is usually superlative?


I hate this feeling.
I want it to end.
If I could set to healing
Myself, I'd feel good will again.


I want to like you.
I really do.
I'd love to like you,
But I don't know how to.