Yes I've let many down,
It's the sadness I wear in my frown.
But now I remember,
why my fondness for people,
burns my soul like a raging ember.

It's the grandiose look in their eyes,
and the smug tone of their words,
when they realise,
I can never be part of their herd.

They look down on me,
from the bottom of their world,
without intelligent consideration,
That they're doing all they've heard.

I'd rather be alone,
than accept that lie,
or the unknowing inference,
deep in their blank eye.