Mine is a lonely life I choose to live
I want all of human kindness
without wanting to give
I seek refuge in my mind
hiding words people seek to provoke
When they find the words unkind
it's me they seek to revoke
What do I do; what can I say?
Why is it when I need a friend
they all seem to turn away?
I'm unaccustomed to making conversation
I fear the words I want to speak.
Because people find them unfashionable
my words are myself, oblique.
Words penned by a lonely teenager long ago. He showed so much promise. Mentorless, no beacon, floundered on a sea of futility, since. From time to time, resurfaces. He may still be lonely, but finding an audience to embrace the unusual and unique view of the world he attempts to negotiate.
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