Elucidating Questions

I know I’m not a good person

I make mistakes and then think about them for hours

I try to be decent

But who knows if I even make that mark

Sometimes I just want to be included in something

I’m never included

Nobody wants me

I’m supposed to have love for this world that has shut me out of community

I’m supposed to understand them when they treat me exactly like I feel

Like I’m something other than human

Something off

It’s not like this feeling came from nowhere

It came from being shut out again and again

They say it’s hard to be seers and then they all relate to eachother

I guess that’s why I’m a watcher instead

Just different slightly

Not the same as anyone

And I’m supposed to live like this

What a joke this life is