Too Erratic

No voice necessary
I’m happy
With purpose
Repeating
An obsessive routine

Keeping in step
With my brain waves
But out of step
With world outside
It stifles my growth

Need isolation
Crave communication
Emotional stimulus
Need the silence
To repair weakened filters

Too erratic
To be mainstream
Classification
Subculture
Leave well alone

Dream of emancipation
True integration
For existence
Is not enough
For this oxymoron