Analysis of An angelic yankee tragedy

Maybe I'm the devil disguised as a daydream?
Claiming to be healer yet they are still in pain, living lives of the insane, am i to blame for their shame? For their pain?
With an unrequited heart I told the truth from the very start.
"Don't please don't love me I will break your heart."
A silent contract to explain myself in vain as I pre-apologized in advance for the agony and pain; they are my middle name. A song and dance but none took a second chance.
A floater a deserter I have no border.  I'm never in order. I say it as i see it in the rawest form. A judgmental bitch refusing to conform. Better than she, better than he better than all I see. Living life with the motto
"Be the change you want to see. Treat the world as you want to be treated."
Puts myself at odds with most. Ruffled feathers and the season of cock fighting begins. Those claiming strength in one corner and me claiming nothing in the other.

My life is not one of ease
Antisocial is a fucked up disease
I prefer "selectively interacted."