Alone

Betrayed. But what is this I see,
Watching every move.
Chased. Why don't they let me be,
Let me hope and let me prove.
Judged. Something I can't explain,
Why their opinion means so much.
Abandoned. Struggling to stay sane,
Longing for a friendly touch.
Conform. To survive you must fit in,
Accepted for the fake I am.
Pretend. Being different is a sin.
What's really me? Who gives a damn.
Lost. Identity fades away,
Even I don't know whats me.
Look. I now spend every day,
Trying once again to see.
Lonely. Now my friends have left again,
They were not real, just like the others.
The End. Now it's time to die, and then.
Maybe i'll find a place where we all are brothers.

Nicholas Bronson

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