Maybe, so what if I don’t belong here?

Maybe, once again out of spite, I just exist here

Maybe I’m just destined to be alone

Maybe I’m supposed to be happy about that

I never know enough for anyone

Never understand enough

I want to know why I have to make other humans feel special and loved and respected

But I don’t get any of that

I want to know what about me is different than any other human

Why I’m the one who has to put up with everyone else

Hi, I’m utterly destroyed by humanity

Please be my friend?

And no one wants the baggage that is me

He’s truly my only friend

The only one I see enough to call a friend anyway

The literal Sun

It feels a bit better

Now that I’m sitting in his light

And the universe has rewarded me with something fun to do today

Life is so hard

Trying to figure out where to put my feet and they constantly go out from under me

It’s not a ladder

Or a race

We’re scaling a perpendicular cliff

Some people started higher

The most terrifying part is not having a manual

I grew up believing the Bible was the manual

I was wrong and

And it’s so hard to believe a thing by myself

The Universe often shows me things that say just because the majority thinks it’s right doesn’t mean it is

It’s just that I’m somehow always a minority to these groups of people

Just one person without a guide book trying to figure out how to make amends while also wanting to be treated the same way I treat others

I guess that’s a lot when you’re going up against large groups of people

Why I’m always the antagonist I’ll never know

Whoever wrote this life

Whoever is writing it right now

Why are you so intent on making me a bad guy?

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