I, am alone.
A singular word and a powerful one,
thats means to be only one.
Alone because i'm different,
And not like the others.
I'm incomplete and torn apart,
from years of pain and rot.
They told me i wasn't welcome,
and i should get away from there.
Unexplainable and unique,
I fought for indifference.
To be one of many,
Though i was only one.
I had a heart too large for me,
and muscles much too weak.
Too short,
Too nice,
Too ..
Too...
Too...
I was never perfect for anyone,
Always too imbalanced.
I never fit criteria,
i was alone.
I believed those things that people said,
and took it quite to heart.
I changed my ways and found a shape,
That fit what people wanted.
Never myself and always a lie,
i became a ghost.
As indifferent as another,
and happy as i saw it.
But then it hit me,
i was a lie,
i am not really alone.
Someone here who's much like me,
and needs a bit of heart.
I quickly found that i could feel,
and life came back to me.
I was me then,
and only me.
Never alone again....
but then i found once again that i did not fit in,
an outcast,
a misfit,
destined to be..
alone..
I, am alone.
A singular word and a powerful one,
thats means to be only one.
Alone because i'm different,
And not like the others.
I changed my ways and found a shape,
That fit what people wanted.
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in a way, you've yet to claim.
For I am one who is but a mirror
and holds all those he see's sincere.
you define yourself as stood alone,
though others you can see.
through them that you have yet perceived,
you have yet to be.
Defined you become by those you meet,
and held in memory so.
Beyond the scopes of maddened heart,
you look on down the road.
Instead of focus on the single point,
allow it to connect.
Create a line.
From this line, all shapes can be born.
Friendship, hardship, woe and contempt.
Love, loss, and fear, created from your head.
Draw yourself, not as yourself.
Create the you, that mirrors them.
For it is them that make you
and yourself that brings them.
You stand alone, your back to mine,
the mirror you dare not see.
For if you did you would be shocked,
at all that you would be.
Devoted and shocked,
surprised at the loss.
Identity left unchecked.
Balanced between your own demise,
and your willingness to become their joy.
It is up to you, and you alone,
to see what I reflect.
To you I say just one more phrase,
May to your friends, you not defect.