I don't really get along with People

Yeah, I'm just like that roomie I had in Canada. I forgot his name. "Eeks, Peeeple",  we'd joke.

I find it too bewildering to know how to behave. I don't know what's appropriate. I don't know what they expect of me. I don't know how I'd reciprocate, or be of value.

I just want to go into my corner and resign. So dammed complicated.

I can't do a thing for them. I just take and run, and I don't want to be indebted. I don't want to find out what kind of a smuck I am.

I'm too breakable. And I don't know how strong, or weak they are. It's easier if there were just monsters and aliens, all we have to do is to take them apart.

But there really isn't any. Monsters. Aliens maybe.

I'm just a sad little boy not knowing whether he'd be fine.

And that's the irony.

Do me a favour. I'll just love them a tiny bit. All that I can bear. And then retreat. I know no one will run after me. Somehow, that's fine. Though, yeah, it's incredibly lonely.

Someone did. Maybe foolishly so. But somehow, that didn't matter. Cos maybe we can't find the keys to the future.

Didn't it all start like that?

Meanwhile, I'd acknowledge that part of myself. And know how helpless I am, without all the help I've received so far.