Little Spouts

Surrounded by such wasted people,
hard to believe we are one kind.
I view them through a peephole,
un-relating, may as well be blind.
Cannot comprehend
their pretend.
Pretense
seems like nonsense.
Small talk is too formulaic.
Maybe I am primal, coming off archaic,
wild, like prehistoric jungle cats
(even those have since been molded flat).
Must be tamed, she's gotta be insane.
Right, *I'm* insane.
Cause I don't want to waste the precious time I'm given
fighting for approval by spouting words with no real meaning.