Am I Dead:

Parental control
And morphogenetic traits
Love it’s in my roots
An impropriety that is
Permeating my soul
Family ties redundant
An unwelcoming restraint
The mirror showing me a stranger.
I smiled, and he smiled back.
I turned away, but he remained.
Who, then, is the real me
I do not suffer from insanity
I enjoy every minute of it.
Cultural impropriety
I see no evil
My life as a canvas
I go where the brush takes me
A natural-born loner

I didn't wish conversation
Unless it intellectual
Banality driving me mad
I might as well watch paint dry
Parties they sicken me
The dirty play and flirting
Amateur drunks, and cocaine
What a bore
I don’t share my thoughts
With strangers who...