The Outside Looking In

Isolated. Exiled. Alone.

These feelings eat at me.

Like a tear in my heart that can't be sewn.

It torments me as I walk through this world,

In a sea full of souls.

To never feel a part.

To never feel at home.

To see the words being spoken,

But the meaning of the words never being known.

To see a glimmer of hope,

But the destination never being near.

To have lost so much before.

The idea of losing again no longer striking fear.

I clinch to whatever identity I have left.

A victim of self sabotage,

Protecting what remains of my heart from theft.