Sometimes I feel like an alien even when on my own planet.
Sometimes I feel like an alien even when in my own mind.

I am rejected, and dissected,

And left empty

But only by myself,
A hole I dug

In my heart.

Do you know my name?
Or are those just words you call me?

Do I know my name?
Or am I just another version of what we all could be?

Broken down, left skin and bone

Aren’t we all the same? Don't you too, bleed gold?