I am lonely,
an anxious, fearful, awkward
I talk too fast and too much and too often
and too confusingly.
I talk about things people don't understand
or don't understand what people talk about.
I avoid what others run to and
seek out what others avoid.
Who am I?
I think I might be crazy.
I keep existing, though, somehow not
yet taken by Evolution. Is that right?
Am I a correction or a mistake?
Am I the eraser or the scribble of pencil?