I can’t tell you why,

Is it when I cry?

To follow in the hate,

When they discriminate,

To the shadows I wonder,

To the crash of thunder,

I hide in fear of what they think,

It’s wrong,

The love,

The hate,

The endless debates,

Over the smallest things,

I can’t quite compare,

To the upper class,

They laugh,

I hide,

They smile,

I cry,

They punch,

They sneer,

To all that is worthless,

And I’m here to take it all,

The hits,

The bruises the leave,

The scrapes they create,

Never can compare,

To the fear the leave,

Unaware inside of me.

we are the one's who have been questioned by society,
the one's who are socialy different,
the one's who see the world in a different light,
we are the one's who fight,
for our right to be noticed and seen...
we are the outcast.

Is the human condition.

Cultivate it.

The way it tunnels into you,
allows your soul to grow.
Never expect to outgrow loneliness.
Never hope to find people who will understand you,
someone to fill that space.

An intelligent,
sensitive person is the exception.
The very great exception.
If you expect to find people who will understand you,
you will grow murderous with disappointment.
The best you'll ever do,
is to understand yourself,
know what it is that you want,
and not let the cattle stand in your way.

I like being alone...
(lies)
No, I just need to be.
But for some reason,
(I don't know why)
I make others feel like they belong,
when there with me...
(even though i don't)