Watching, as the dreadful time goes by of a life I seem to abhor.
The annoying sounds of anxious remarks fill my mind with pity,
and I stare into his galaxy eyes, wondering if He is like THEM.
Blueprints of past mistakes are clearly drawn on his face, and I
turn around to seek for another who is lightly stained with innocence...
They're all the same.

I speak to him, but pretty soon my words twist into a curse,
and I yearn to torment him, laughing in bitterness at the contrast
between what I seem and what I am.
The others manifest their reluctance by expressing their odd grimaces
and thicker smiles, while HE betrays me - joining the population of
self-esteem, thinking and believing THEY are the only ones
worthy of a decent name.

My gentle disposition feats my soul with psychoactive compounds
of ridicule. I try to control the output of their diseased minds
but it seems impossible as my own mutinous character dissolves
with theirs and is lost in a puddle of hypocrisy.

I struggle for self control and scamper off with a strange contagious
fear as I fling myself into the arms of the outcasts
whose guilty silence invite me in.
At last I am worthy as well.
The echoes of my sorrow fade into the night and I dream only
of acceptance that will help me pass by the next day without
twenty four hours of indifference and the clock ticking in my face.

The thought of ignorance washes off my face and I am finally
ready to face the ones I stand apart from.
A feeling of betrayal seems to hold me back while my conscience melts inside. Realizing I had never wanted to be part of them,
I turn around and continue my crooked journey
into the outlines of a dream.