i lie here again waiting for the words to come flowing

to help me describe what’s been going

how do i begin my glorious story

a lost soul in a herd constantly seeking for glory

why do i feel i do not belong

thoughts, actions, and intentions

unwanted and sometimes so wrong

they judge and look at me with hateful eyes

i look down and walk ahead

sometimes with a smirk 

sometimes with fear and anguish on my mind

why am i unlike the others

staying aloof,

hurting people whom i like,

it’s not that i like to always be alone,

it’s just my racing unsteady mind,

unsatisfied with what’s in hand.