Aspiring

I've come to understand, 
That Not everyone is like me,    
Not everyone sees the puzzle piece they’ve become  
The distance my mind can unravel the smallest of thoughts   
To the oblivious nature of your gentle "Hello, How are you?"    
I’d say I don't know,    
 I try to preset answers to our basic interactions    
That I freeze upon    
The hues are too much sometimes    
The air too thick with inquiries and I...    
Just want to be alone    
to see life from the window seat    
A plane of existence  
 I will eventually move seats    
but for now I'm happy in my cushion.    
I can solve and rearrange life,    
I Have a more perfect version of you in my head    
Just because you fit the frame    
doesn't mean the part was meant for you.    
I became alive but I don't fit the narrative    
In this book I'm reading.