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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