Meanie

Sometimes I wonder
How they think of me
As a person.
Am i rude
Unhappy
Selfish
A meanie
In their eyes?

Cause I don't know
How to communicate
To interact with them.
I find it too hard
Too tough
Too much of a task.

So if that's what
They think of me
I can't help it
That's the way I am.

You won't know the real me
Unless you get close enough.
But I don't think you can.

You just can't get through
This invisbible barrier
That separates us.
It just has to melt off by itself
Someday.
Perhaps.