To be what I am is to be what you’re not
A loss of friends; seen at no
    Social gatherings
An ability to drive people away
Loneliness being a constant companion
Far too often, the outside is sought
  Leaving little want for that
 Contained within
Beneath the skin
 Under the
     Clothes
What does it matter what I wear or how
    I wear it
  Whether layers upon layers or less
  Than that
  It will not change those feelings
    For me
Stark nakedness I
  Prefer
   If I am seen with an
    Unwanting eye
Why should it matter
     How I am seen with that eye
  Do as others do
 Turn, ignore, pay
No attention
     Walk away