Compensating Misunderstanding

Alright, I admit
I’m a little frustrated
So I show it

But then you look at me
Like I’m wack, or crazy
As if your embarrassed in just the sight of me

But why do you feel that way?
Because I see no one is around you
But you still act this way

I should look at you then the same way
You kinda freak me out,
Because you’re making me have an even worse day

I wonder sometimes on the nature of people
Which thrive on just a compensation,
Just a dazed and confused nation

So private, and so paranoid
From what? Yourself, is it a C.O.D.,
In which people you avoid?

Now that must be a private thing
When you show no love but to yourself
Only to please another lonely day
But you take pride as a superior being?

Maybe there’s just some things,
In which I’ll never understand
To which I see a struggle in potential
Not even giving a chance to make friendship

Just another compensation on a starving decision
To explain what cause,
I guess only to please what to your mention?

I guess until the day when you realize your anxiety
That is when this nation will change its current stat,
Of a united depravity

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