Puzzle Pieces

I know you can't understand the source of my detached manner, so let's just skip the pleasantries.

Isolation is just one of my antisocial traits, none of which appear on flash cards of bio-chemistry.

It would make your world view easier to have me neatly tucked away and or pathologized.

If you knew the extent to which I offset backbiters with grace, you would be sadly surprised.

Never did it occur to you that your path is wide, manicured, and unimpeded.

So when I score ten victories before the sun falls, you still see me as defeated.

Keep looking through my window, it is the locked doors that can offer any real explanation.

So many wise councilors want to tutor me, but when they teach I feel an instant burning sensation.

You only see my seemingly cold reaction, you never thought to ask what proceeded it.

Many people hate being the odd man out, but when solitude stood before me, I greeted it.

We are not the same, nor do I wish to guide you in the way of my everyday struggle.

No one has to be blamed, just don't be offended if my life pops your self-improvement bubble.

Don't try to fix me with well meaning yet unsolicited advice.

I'm married to an affliction no one can see, so don't throw any rice.

Don't try to reconcile my sorted and often baffling contradictions.

Order all the brushes and paint you want, I defy all thoughtful depictions.

I am not your champion, inspirational story, or part-time leader

Your pocket is full of quarters, but when is the last time you checked the meter?

I have no animosity toward you, just stop trying to figure me out.

If Jesus bids you to come, join the swim team, or remove all doubt.