I'm bad at existing.
I'm bad at functioning.
I'm bad at communicating.
I tighten my grip on my necklace as a stranger sits next to me.
I can never talk on the phone.
I communicate through common phrases and emojis.
The beast sneaks inside me and expands as people crowd around me.
I'd rather be alone.
Leave me be with my love and coffee.
I don't like being approached about my tattoos,
Or my hair,
Or my piercings.
Leave me to communicate through my writing.
Leave me be.
I will always be antisocial.