Solo

All odd angles, not even close to normal.


I’ve never fit in.


Too self-aware


Or just the only one paying attention?


No allies. Just skeptics


Spinning lies based on fear.


Solitude breeds discontent,


But people prove me right at every turn.


You say I am too harsh, unable to forgive.


I only know I struggle with the will to live.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

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