Bot

I am going to dismantle my emotions
With the tools of creative expression
So that I may see tech that hides
The roots of my devotion–

It makes sense to me not
For I haven’t forgot
So it’s better I stay away
And keep others at bay

Unless I know they won’t be taken aback
By the similarities with them I lack
Then the firewall goes down
Code to my secret identity they crack

I want to circumvent the small talk
Bypass weather and weekend plans that would normally unlock
Lengthy pathways to deeper conversation
But most rather not have chats of an academic persuasion

Not knowing how to start I am at a loss
Humor is like a hand grenade tossed
I know not how to best respond
Without sounding either meek or very cross

When asked how I’m feeling
I am concerned they’ll stop believing
That I can be just like them
And capable of being a friend

So I parrot the party line
That I’m good alright or just fine
Then the conversations stops
I unable to untie the verbal Gordian knot

Unless I can figure out the algorithm
That invites others to sway to a friendship rhythm
The dance of human relationships I will skip out
Casting who I really am in doubt

Inevitably I resign to my pod in defeat
I resume designing–my only capable feat
Replaying the interactions I always seem to mishandle
Portraying myself as unrelatable because I am just too dull