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.
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