soul

 
sadness often finds me infusing with my soul
loneliness enters and emptiness confides
it is better not to love
understanding withdraws and I shelter my heart
it hurts to feel so much and not be accepted

my thoughts do not alter to fit the masquerade
society dictates we where these costumes
and be who we are not

some pretend really well
but I know we are all unique
it is impossible there is a norm
perhaps some share ideas
but to fit the mold they don't

my heart longs to be free of these expectations
imaginations stir and magic fills my mind
with thoughts of fancy, I must find in my confines

confessing it hurts when I feel oppressed
longing for friends to relate
I paint my dark page

inviting others to sample my taste
hoping someone will relate