Anti-social Agonies

I sit at home, thoughts swirl around my mind like driftwood within a vortex,
Spurred on by my idle attitude, by my inferiority complex.

I shout would be telepathic communications to the world, “I don’t need anyone else!”
“I’m never alone when I’m with myself!”

I don’t need anyone to tell me how I feel,
I don’t need someone’s definition of what’s fiction and what’s real.

“I don’t need socialistic idealist trying their hand at ‘saving me.’” I say aloud,
“I don’t need any so called friends,” I whisper bitterly, “because one is a crowd.”

Then within my gates, you walk,
You step up to the door, you knock,
You ask to come in, you wish to talk,
I stare at you as if you were Spock.

Then I realize, due to such a simple gesture, I don’t need to be alone,
I realize, when my spirit lifts, I don’t really want to be on my own.

It was just so easy to be bitter about things I didn’t know,
It’s easy to criticize places you think you’ll never go.

And now I’ve seen, I felt the difference when you're not alone,
Now, instead of ignoring it, when I hear it ringing, I pick up the phone.

Hello? Sure… I’d love to.