damaged

if I'm so perfect
so cute and meek
then why do I feel
like a damaged freak
inside a bubble
and out of sync
with how to look
or how to think
I'm comfortable with solitude
anonymity is nice
after a while I get lonely
and a companion would suffice
I come off as angry
in a way I was
angry at everything
mainly just because
I don't know
just who I am
I never really knew
we're a family of strangers
I am nobody!
who are you?