Neither Do I

They don't like me, But neither do I, I shield my face from them, Because I am carefully curated, Cured like resin, But soft as snow, I know what I’m doing, But inside these walls I don’t feel as home, I am a child that no one likes, But the other fact is, Neither do I, Neither am I the person they see, When someone says to envision me, All I ask is why, Though I know the answer, Because neither do I, And neither will you.