Highway infamous

I saw in his eyes, reading his mind, sometimes in silence,
the fear of my genius, and the confirmation that it existed.
I heard, in the People that I loved, a charm that
gradually became upset, anxiety, anguish.
The closer they came to me, unless it was the charm.
Less was the distance that separated us, the more we
fear away.
And while they felt fear. I, more and more disgust for
something that separates me from the Peace.