I am destined to be lonely

so they say

bound by the cosmos

trudging along in my eternal ways

Corrupted and empty

no one will greet me

they scoff and ignore,

laughing, mocking, same as before

Too ugly, too grey

too plain and too poor

never will they ever

see me as more

so here I stand at the borderline

between what I "am" and what I AM

when in the midst of my musings

quietly beside me, you stand

you in all your perfection

your unblemished poise and grace

such angelic and pure beauty

is disgraced by my foul face

yet in my dumbstruck wonder

over my newfound company

you start to explain this iron choice

to leave and stand by me

you say you are no longer you

your friends aren't truly friends

surrounded by icy smiles

comforting words that can't mend

no one feels the unease that you do

and suddenly you're alone

frozen in your frustration

realizing nowhere feels like home

so then, I come up with something crazy

but I can't help but hope it's true

becase if I happened to be right

I might, have a place for you

you see

you and I aren't so different

lost souls on this lonely sea

of black and white understandings

that never seem to fit you or me

But who is to say that black and white

are the only worlds that exist

Perhaps you and I could be lonely together

two souls fighting to resist

Because although we might be lonely,

there isn't shame in that

becasue to be lonely is to be different

and for that, I am glad.