I don’t belong here
I’ve known for some time
So I’ve lived
This isolated life of mine

An outsider
In an alien world
From my true home
I have somehow been hurled

A life long loner
Watching from my fortress of solitude
These people that disgust me
Causing this reclusive mood

Flashes of light and shadow
Catch my eye
I don’t hear voices in the distance
Do I?

The wind follows me
Like a faithful friend
As I pace the lane
My sanity this ally will mend

This is a force
Letting me know I’m not alone
In a world that is not mine
In which no home I own

Like a boxer tapes his fist
I open my door
out here I hate all inhabitants
Both rich and poor

This vast junkyard of a place
To which you offer love,truth,trust
Recieve nothing but humiliation
All hope a bust

The ability to act like a human being
A woefully lost art
Every chance they get
They stab you in the heart

I’ve walked before
In another time or place
This was one life too many
In either case

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