I lay in thick solitary solitude, detached in my ways. No one loves
me, no body cares. My piers shun me, I stand alone, defective.
Disillusionment is all I feel, sadness, fear, and pain. Anguish
that I am me, and not someone else who would be normal. Why
aren't I the same? Why don't I fit in? Why aren't I sastified
with that I am and what I've become? Time passes, I stand alone,
unwavering in my ways. People don't understand me, I don't
bother to explain. All I know is that I am who I am, and that will
never change. I yearn for liberation, yet I'm intimidated of what
I may find. Why don't they understand? Why don't they listen?
What have I done? The mist of life envelopes my soul, thinning
clouds of reality. I put on a ecstatic smile, but beneath the external
shell, I am a monster, an ghastly beast who aspires to break the
bonds. Genius in hiding, lifeless assortment of memories. Lost in
time and space with so many others just the same. All who were
alone, but all part of the whole, part of the circle, part of the chain.