Why
It has to be my fault.
It has to be my fault.
It is my fault.
Sadness fills me,
Pain grips my heart.
Was this just a joke?
Was it a game?
Did I not understand the rules?
Doesn’t it make sense?
It’s been like this your whole life.
It’s impossible for that to have ever happened.
It was a glitch.
I’m not good enough.
I never will be,
I’m the outcast,
Who will never be cast in.
Was it a dare?
Was it true, or just immaturity?
Silence.
What if?
Is this not just a repetitive cycle?
I should have went with my feeling,
I should have known it couldn’t be true.
It’s like seeing something,
Realizing, what if this is it,
Then shrugging it off.
Already deceit grips me.
You believe the impossible to be true
And guile clouts your face
Waking you from your dream
Struck back, seeing your life
And realizing you weren’t meant to be here.
You missed the right planet.
But you already knew that.
You’re weirdness is irreplaceable, no matter how much you try to hide to it.
Identities hiding others still show pieces,
Pieces that will never fit and therefore nothing can ever work completely.
What good is something that will never be quite right?
Lost in a foreign world
Where I am not accepted.
My talents are merely talents
I am still foreign.
I can’t help myself,
No one can help me, now, or ever.
I am lost.
No one cares!
Words are empty,
Actions are fake,
Thoughts are useless,
Personality is hidden,
Character is buried.
Only the eyes and emotions of the body define us,
Only they are unchangeable,
Only these truly identify ourselves.
Alone.
No one here,
No one there.
Connection is broken, destroyed.
I’m searching, but it doesn’t exist.
It never has.
Nothing is real
Tongues speak in ignorance only.
Education is only educating ignorance with greater ignorance.
We can not become greater
Nor lesser
We are as we are.
This ends meaning,
hope,
feeling,
sanity,
all things thought important.
It ends nothing, for what is, really isn’t.
We know not anything.
Life is what we have,
Live what we have.
We do but have life, but what for?
Nothing.
Nothing.
It is nothing.
It was always nothing.
We never were.
We never are.
We never will be.