I'm alone.
Desperate for human contact.
I'm the outcast that never got the chance to fit in.
You point and stare at what I've become,
the shell you people have crafted for me.
The shell I was pushed into.
And as you stare longer and more fingers point,
you are oblivious to the fact,
that I am who I am because of you.
Im dead inside, Im lifeless.
I had a fire in my heart,
that you people so generously offered to extinguish.
I was different.
I hit the drums to a different beat,
So your reaction,
was to paint leper spots on me until,
BAM!,
I was the spitting image of the girl you once knew,
but my heart was a vortex for your words,
my soul was a canvas where you painted your judgments.
And my mind,
the place where I was screaming,
but when it became too loud for you people to bear,
Your final words were the ones that brought darkness.
When the screaming finally ended,
the girl was finished too.