Wanting so bad to join the rest
but unable to make the changes
necessary to conform to the crowd.
Too sacred to break way from the cold known
for the inviting unknown to start something new
in fear of being alone, even though that's what I am.
I want my heart to sing, and my soul to soar,
to feel the what it is to excepted for all I am,
and not just the mask I wear.

My endurance is waning, my strength fading,
my will dying. Spending my life on the
edge of the spectrum of humanity is draining
me, however enlightening it is, I was not made for
this. I was made to thrive in the very center of it all,
and I've yet to find why or how I ended up in this
rut I call a life. One day I know I'll find a place to
fit, where everything will click and I'll finally
be free of this hell I made.