How devastating it would be to be unique
So unlike the rest
and abandoned all the same
to be special in your own ways
Kind, gentle, strong-willed, and beautiful
or so you're told
again
and again
and
again
Until you very much believe this is so
so very much believe these things with your heart and soul
only to be cast aside
alone
again
and again
and
again

To wake up every day thinking
My existence is meaningful
my purpose is unclear,
but my life; my life is wonderful
and see such brimming and smiling faces
all contorted into shape
giving life new meaning and behind every stare a silent wake
because you knew
in the back of your mind
that plaguing though, persistent and benign
scratching at your very essence
each fiber of your soul
that this would some day soon grow old
and that you'd be left, abandoned by the very sun
left to fend for yourself in a world that has grown distant and cold
the same as it was so long ago
yet, different to you
who has been gone for so long
the inner machinations all seem so contrite
the pity you feel, you run from with all your might
because you cannot be alone

Because you are special
like oh so many others
you were special once
and yet here you are, absolutely
alone.