WEIRD

I try not to be weird.
I really do.
But, if you saw my room,
it would freak you out.
So, now you're on to me.
I'm a psycho-dude.
I look normal enough.
I fit in most situations.
I learned how to adapt.
I had to learn.
I got sick of being hurt.
I worked hard, to look dangerous.
Inside, I am afraid.
People frighten me.
I try to stay away from them.
When I see them, I smile a lot.
At work, I smiled all the time.
At the end of the day, my face hurt from smiling.
I loved to go home at night and frown.
I got drunk, and felt like a real person.
I loved being alone.
Now I don't have to work.
I don't have to smile.
I rarely go out.
I constructed my own world here, in my house.
I get paid for being weird.
I never thought my weirdness would pay off.
It's weird, isn't it?