Unfriendly

I'm the problem
And because I keep being told this it must be true
I lash out because I don't agree or feel I'm being lied to
And I'm the only one with problems while everyone else
Gets the benefit of the doubt and I get nothing because
That is all that I deserve

It's not true
In fact none of this baby food I'm being fed holds any nutritional
Value and that's why I stick my fingers in my ears because I cannot
Continue listening to all of this claptrap dribble instilled inside my
Brain like half-truths serving no other purpose than to mislead, misdirect
And misinform my best and most noble of intentions

And just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you
And once I figure out who they are I'll be better equipped to size up my
Assassins before they either get the best of me or run me ragged with their
Primeval pranks designed to loosen my screws and turn me into some kind of
Frankenstein monster with no goodness in my heart and no positive thoughts
To keep my brain from going bad

I'm the problem
And from what I've been told I have always been the problem as I turn good people
Evil and drive everyone and anyone of any worth quickly and rapidly away from me
Because isolation is the only concept that I seem to understand as God measures my
Pain and decides I can handle even more trials and tribulations than Job

It's not true
At some point I'll have had enough and either my head will explode or I'll figure some
Other way out of all this pain because self-preservation can only preserve you for so long
Before you start tearing yourself down from the inside out and before you know it all
That's left is an empty shell and what's an empty shell even good for except to make
Cannoli or blow your own horn?