Normal People Scare Me

I am fine on my own yet I don’t want to be alone. There’s a difference.

But once I step into a crowded room all I hear is static with a fizzing sound that makes my skin crawl and stomach twist and turn like a rollercoaster speeding through an endless loop-the-loop but I can’t get off this ride because I have to be a human or maybe it’s better to become a mechanical machine so I can talk to these other human beings but then I wouldn’t be myself and I already feel like an outsider surrounded by all of these eyes staring at me with lips moving but words not fully reaching my ears because I am a deer caught in the headlights of their gaze while I’m trapped in an invisible box that only I can see and it separates us because they are normal, unlike me.

But as soon as I break away from the scene

I can finally breathe.

I am the body of an author