Social Disposition Poem by Nick Fay

yo it's like i've got a disease,
i step on the scenes and start to speak,
these people start to depart, embark to flee,
mass of vacant seats, can't meet no peeps like i'm quarantined, its empty,
it seems people resent me for no particular reason, evidently there's plenty,
it’s outrageous,
they dissipate the space, vacate the place like i’m contagious,
that’s not the case, safe to say i just can’t ascertain conversations,
i can gain acquaintance but can’t maintain relations,
i can sustain games so i play by manipulation,
truth is most of you annoy me, to avoid complication i have to deploy fakeness,
to placate you, false glee and jubilation to hide the fact you grate and irritate me,
can’t see the misinterpretation,
can't stay refrained, i have no patience,
this isn’t how normal interaction is meant to occur, by simulation,
it’s absurd, you just can’t understand my words,
that bit hurts, but who cares for the weird guy with a mind more complex than his adjectives and verbs,
nouns profound you can’t pronounce but if you listened you’d learn,
emulate what you heard, to be like you is not what i yearn,
see i like bein me, i see you as the bacteria, mentally weak,
an epidemic in society you’re inferior,
multiplying and spreading your genes as quick as spreading your knees, all of you aint got a brain cell to go between,
call me strange coz i know how to read, know how to spell,
know the difference between a buzzer and a bell, i dismiss you but you can’t even tell,
well ignorance is bliss, welcome to this hell in which i’m forced to live,
unequipped to deal with these invalids