Polite At Night

When you put normal people,
In special needs programs,
And get mad when,
They laugh at the people around them.
 
Are you insane?
Am I a sociopath?
 
Or am I tired of being surrounded,
By low lives and scumbags?
 
I'm not a guy.
Not used to the practice,
Of pretending I care about worthless people.
I'm not an actress.
 
These people lie,
Just to get by.
They look to me like a savior.
 
Should I survive,
Or be the sailor,
Of Bermuda's triangle,
And ride the waves here?
 
I have the throne,
But I'm alone.
Someone stop the chaos;
Bring the metronome.
 
They'll come at you with sticks and stones.
The caves are where these people belong.
 
I try to care but I'm alone.
I'm a bird,
With no flock of my own.