I'm told I'm dangerous when I smile
Good thing it doesn't happen too often

No one can say
Why a thorn was created
Since the thorn
Has its worth
In the garden

stranded on a deserted island
in a sea of people
no way to escape the grasp of reality
not even within my mind

never knowing if the sea is constantly watching me
or oblivious to my every move

I know I'm constantly watching it
wanting to be immersed in belonging
but not sure how
I'm still an outcast

maybe, just maybe, there are other islanders
dispersed throughout this vast ocean
but I may never know
since I can't leave my place alive
left only with a sliver of hope
that once day two islands can come together
and live harmoniously