Expectations vs. Reality

I misunderstood every adult I came into contact with throughout my childhood. It's not their fault though. I just thought that they hated it when I talked; hated me bothering them. And mostly, I think they liked that I left them alone, the adults.

But there's always been a disconnect. I mean, seriously, I didn't say my first complete thought until I was 4... and I must have terrified my parents. I was presumably retarded. And perhaps it is true that maybe I have an unidentified retardation.

And now I stand in the way. I hate the way words feel and sound when they come out of my mouth. When other people talk, I'm commonly repulsed. And it's mostly because I imagine they've spent hours mapping out these very words to say to anyone. It almost makes me laugh. But my face starts to feel heavy and my smile must look fake. Nervously I chuckle, and it's evident.

 Pessimism:
And people make you nervous
You'd think the world is ending,
And everybody's features have somehow started blending
And everything is plastic,
And everyone's sarcastic,
And all your food is frozen,
It needs to be defrosted.

Optimism:

And people are just people,
They shouldn't make you nervous.
The world is everlasting,
It's coming and it's going.
If you don't toss your plastic,
The streets won't be so plastic.
And if you kiss somebody,
Then both of you'll get practice.

If I could just get the second one down...