I’m standing here, a stranger to myself.
Wanting, craving the acceptance of my peers.

But as I look into everyone’s faces,
I can’t help but notice this strange sensation.
Nor good, nor bad.
Just sadness, emptiness and guilt
That I have no idea on how to please, love or have compassion.

I stare into their eyes,
Emotionless but vile.

The demon we all aspire to ****.
The very thing we try and distill,
Left unshackled and untamed
Can grow like a ****
Reckless and unmatched