As the sun comes up i look around
for somewhere to hide, under a rock perhaps,
anywhere just to get away
from the hatred in the air
I can't escape,
for it is everywhere
I stir in my sleep as nightmares
envelope my soul
They eat away at me
causing my heart to
rot prematurely
and for my back to arch with
the pain of my thoughts
I don't know I am this way
all i know is that the people around
hiss in each other's ears at my difference
and so called ignorance
when really they are the are
the ones who's brains
lay un-nourished
As I sit in bed at night, the dark is rising
and i have restlessness in me
that cannot be tamed by force nor
fear
I slip outside
and then slowly and carefully
recede into the shadows
to contemplate my own existence
People think I am a freak;
not meant for this planet.
"Your emotions are sidereal" they say.
I look down and disagree with swollen eyes.
And suddenly while sitting in the shadows
I espy something I had never noticed before;
They were right.
So this is why I cry, this is why I rot,
and this is why I punch and kick -
all because I had never come to notice
that I - of all people - was the foolish one.
I climb the stairs on a direct course for my bed,
I slip. I fall. The pain is here once more.
We will all die someday.
I guess we should all just wade it out till then.
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