I never fit in,

outcast and weirdo

to over half of the people I’ve met;

I never found a niche.

I’ve heard

The Outcasts

They didn't love him

He who was sweet and kind

They didn't want him

His love became hard to find

They rejected

If birds of a feather flock together,

then what kind of bird am I?

I need no others to light my way,

I choose my own path

Pariah

Pitiful pariah unsocial
Blue friend turns ice
Joy friend turns silent
Strong friend turns indifferent

Earth has stopped

No man, nor woman can be an island

Yet the tide swirls around me

As if I am that island

Punishment has come

For what?

I