I am afraid of people , and hate a crowd
They talk too much, and much too loud
I don’t like the way the men look and smell
And I’m not a big fan of the women as well

I can feel their eyes upon me, burning through the skin
And this will always happen again and again
My lungs seize up and my heart starts to hammer
My mind starts racing with words that I stammer

I feel like a fool and look like a freak
Can I leave unnoticed if I carefully sneak?
I’ll find a dark place and there I can hide
And stowaway in a spaceship ride

I am afraid of people; I’m not sad to say
That I will not be a person one day
Anxiety and woe is all for naught
A demon that follows until I rot