Detached souls

We lived lives as tortured souls
Being forced to carry out various roles
Being referred to as the mole
But deep inside we knew we were gold
We were what Zeus would call bold
And we would never fit in
For we were detached souls

We faced the same demons in different shades
We walked the same footprints but with different steps
And even when we felt under arrest
We were never troubled laying to rest
For together we felt at our best
And the world would never accept us
For we were detached souls

We all suffered rejection
Detested our reflection
Wished we were given some sort of direction
Wished for death rather than rejuvination
For we were detached souls