Unknowable power they say is above,
This world has not fit me quite like a glove,

The time I live in won’t let me be me,
I want to be wild, instinctual and free,

I’m so confused, chaotic inside,
These traits in me I can’t always hide,

Of my condition others are ignorant or blind,
If only there were another of my kind,

I cannot begin to interpret the magnitude,
Of this vast, isolated and total solitude,

There’s not a soul around whom I could relate,
Or is this my sanity as it begins to disintegrate,

I must be broken, a grotesque abnormality,
I can’t seem to get a hang of day-to-day conformity,

I need to develop the side of me that is innate,
This fiercely fought inner struggle must simply be fate.