Psychological distortion
Spatio-temporal discrepancies
Distance me from the world and the people.
Upon reunion, I fail
At the challenge of relating,
And discerning what's normal
And what's inappropriate,
What's weird.
Such collisions
Are an urge so hard to fight:
The bottled up frustrations
I fume myself with,
Will I let them out?
In a simmer, in graduation,
Or in total?
I cannot fathom
The polarities that don't seem to meet
