Alone in a world full of people

 
 
If I don’t call first then we don’t talk,
 I’m Feeling like a bird without a flock;

I might as well be the last of my kind.
 Everyone can see but around me they’re blind;
they can’t even look me in the eye.

 Are they ashamed of me? Do I have a disease?  
 So much paranoia in my head has got me desperate for release.
 
So when the paper isn’t enough, I write on my skin with the sharpest of pens.  
 To most people it doesn’t make sense,
 But to me it’s my escape.
 
I’m my own hero but I don’t wear a cape; I’m in control of the pain, I deserve to be labeled insane.
 
But I’m only alive because I haven’t hit the vain.