Come Out

Am I such a bore, and so heavy a burden to everyone,
Whenever I say
Words that are as impertinent as they're outdone?
Why would anybody walk away?

Am I that cold and distant, or loving and warm
That everybody should avoid my eyes
Or tell others what I can't confirm
That inside I fight with lies?

Am I that defeated and unworthy to claim
My own sense in this whole game
And will I ever come out of it all?
After all, I do have a soul.