I'm Out!

I gotta face the facts.
I don't fit this world.
I'm a quiet whisper
In a shouting heard.
I'm the color black
Next to painted glass.
I see the dark
And the broken hearts.

I have wandered.
I've searched.
I've held out my hand.
Just trying to find a connection.
Someone who understands.
Who doesn't have secret plans,
And maybe a shoulder to cry on.
But instead all I gained
Was anger and pain
And a hatred getting blacker by day.

So now I will stand
And take back my hand
And bow out with no grace or charm.
Please understand, I don't give a damn
And the world can go fuck itself!
For this finger you see,
Comes straight from me.
And I hope that you take it to heart!