Hate.
It's said to be too strong of a word.
One of the emotions that leads to blind, dense actions.

Dull.
What I always end up seeing myself as.
Because I'm meant to know what to do even though I don't.

Odd.
For I don't make friends at first meetings.
And I'm apparently "slow" and like to "isolate myself".

Misunderstood.
Something that has become too typical.
'Cause I'm so, only to understand and keep up with life.

Which brings me back to the point of hating life and myself.
'Cause being yourself can only be fun when you're alone.
As it's made to seem.