Misanthrope

For the rain which have never been shy Its strange to be this stubborn , this dry Is it a defense mechanism? A lie ? Or is it just who I've become? or am i just high? Its not that I don't feel anymore Its not that I count my blessings and forget my shortcomings... I do keep a score... But now I aint that curious about humans no more Now I know that there is nothing new in that store So now I prefer not to water those plants anymore Its not that I've given up on humanity, just that before giving all that energy I just want to be a little bit sure That this time there will be resonance I know that there is no guarantee , I don't even expect an insurance Because these are flawed humans afterall But I wanna be sure that they will be there to hold me when I'll fall But there is so much of fog, not easy to transcend Its difficult to trust, to make a fox-hole friend When you step out of school , fake friendship is a trend Moreover I have my own insecurities to attend For me 'fitting in' is hard to pretend So now I'd rather curse you on your face Or just ignore you and let you chase And I am always in that phase Where I want freedom from this rat race This phase of mind is not implied but chosen You can call me misanthrope but I am actually frozen