When I stand next to them,
I feel like an outsider.
When I'm without them,
I feel lost amongst silence.
In what way can I save myself
from inner torment,
and stormy self-pity?
Every social task is a chore
and when there is none to be taken
I find myself bored.
Strip me of my name and social security number,
and stick me in a room where I no longer exist.
I'm shedding my skin,
taking leave from society.
I'm on the outside looking in
forever-more.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
When I stand next to them,
I feel like an outsider.
When I'm without them,
I feel lost amongst silence.
In what way can I save myself
from inner torment,
and stormy self-pity?
Every social task is a chore
and when there is none to be taken
I find myself bored.
Strip me of my name and social security number,
and stick me in a room where I no longer exist.
I'm shedding my skin,
taking leave from society.
I'm on the outside looking in
forever-more.
