Feasting for Freedom

Do I think too much
Am I just too cerebral
Is there any group to touch
Do I wish for free fall
Can anybody hear my mind
Dissipating disassociation
I feel myself try to hide
Color desaturation
As I cross my eyes
I'll just dot my tees
What immaturity buys
Pinch skin, make a crease

I look toward the futures
and it scares me deeply
I remember all past sutures
and it scars me meekly
Maybe I'm simply hiding
and eating away in shame
Perhaps I'm time biding
and killing myself to feign

Please don't ignore me
I'm not calling for help
I want another being
To hurt the way I cope
I always feel alone
How unoriginal a thought
My self-hatred, I'll atone
I feel my soul is bought
Does my self-awareness
Alleviate my irony
Or does my social bareness
Aggregate, condemn me