I've always wondered off alone, I've never thought of my house I live in as a home. As I grow I wonder about the possibilities of the earth, I've longed to explore since year one of my birth. When the sun shines, I look to it and stare. Wherever else he shines above I want to  be there. I wonder off enjoying the silence of the spring day, creating ideas that may go a long way. They address me as a loner who will socialize never but in all honesty being alone is what makes me so clever.

No longer can I see the sunrise
or enjoy the sunset
A blinding iridescent glow
coruscating in my eyes is all I get
Nothing tastes the way it did before
and music doesn't evoke happiness
I don't feel like living anymore;
life and it's tasteless tackiness

You will be okay.
...
The world isn't jealous of everyone, but you.
Under its golden crown, it expulses you from happiness.
You have found cell bars hiding you away from the plastic people
who haven't discovered that their hinges are coming loose.

The world isn't afraid of everyone, but you.
Under its golden crown, you aren't there.
The world thinks it has buried you
but the hinges are coming off.

The world is absolute,
flourishing massacres with its sharp tongue.
It explodes our rights, masking them like supernovas;
something needed for life to continue.

You'll be okay. Don't let them take you down.
Up above, in the skies far from Earth, there is a crown.
This one isn't golden, silver, blue or green.
It is our minds.

You'll be okay. I promise you.
Take back your thousand suns and be happy.
Knock the crown off the world's head and
claim the one hidden amidst the clouds.

Take it back. For you. For me. For everyone.
Retrieve our minds.
Once upon a revolution.
...
You'll be okay.