Ugly Wrinkles

This was made a month ago, right after I'd gotten out for the summer. This is a kind of difficult one for me to post. It's not exactly a poem, not exactly my thoughts either. I think metaphors were the best way I could describe the state I was in. The best I can explain it is that sometimes I wish I was normal. Maybe it's the paranoia, or just my own self hatred that everyone has... But it's the way I feel at times when I'm around a lot of people. Sometimes I feel like I'm different, and not in a good way.