Outlier

I live with the awareness of my own seclusion.

Existence fuelled by separation

A war I will not win.

Embracing only alienation.

To suffer is to abandon the only home I've ever had. Outlier.

I don't belong here.

The present state of existence acts as a refuge for the weak.

To shield our eyes is to blind mankind. Refusal to secede.

Inhabiting a world of filth which others have condemned.

We won't live our lives for them. Human hatred is my second nature.

This is the root of my isolation. I am what I am

and I am an outcast.

Don't look for me in the clouds

when I am beneath you.

Nowhere to be found.

Submerged in apathy

it's just becoming hard to care

and I am nothing.

I have grown sick of the sound of my heartbeat.

And while the whole world breathes in unison.

My lungs are my shield

to reject the world around me.

I am what I am

and I am an outcast.