Persecuted by the world
By nature and by fellow man
All cause it won’t overcome
That fear which it can’t understand-
The agony of being different
The dull pains of being weird
The Neverending appetite
To fit in with the group’s veneer-
But now I’m here
Too late to turn back
So unbutton my eyes, give me a true tongue
And try not to cut me some slack-
Ride out the storm
Turn some blue into black
Learn arts of satisfaction
Even if it’s all an act
While I envy all the animals
Who get by on so little-
A bird fumbles in the trash
And flies away contently