outcast

 
Dark depression utters a solemn song for my soul
Honey, you're not liked
No, not at all

With a quiet refrain, I respond
gullible understanding is to be known
Within me, playing for a crowd of one

a lonesome melody of pain
With regrets, I don't fit
Somehow, my sorrow is all too evident

People can sense it in me
weeping notes of despair
It's better off when you're not there

keening to the angels and devils
Sonnets of rust, even they grow weary
picked from my vine vulnerability
Inside, I lament, I wish I knew people better

My thoughts throw people off
They back up, hands off
My strangeness is a repellent

an oddling of faith
should stay silent
in The mockery of the moment

I'm liked one-on-one
In a group, I'm despised
The mockingbirds see me
And I see them

singing a hushed lullaby for the damned
cast out cos I don't match