Not akin

That's why I go and never stay
Long enough to know the day
Before it comes and lets me down
You'll let me down, I know.

The smallest thing, the daintiest bit
Of expectation unbefit
And it is crushed and sore, wrinkled
And you don't even know.

When I let slip and fill you in
To give it chance to smile again
It just gets worse and I, insane,
In eyes misunderstood.

No want for exclusivity
No pride in laterality
But from within, I'm not akin
To any such complacency.