Why do I never fit in?
Lost outside these places I've been,
I'm longing for a human connection.
Yet, I'm stuck in a bubble!
Why do I want to be
Involved with these people I see?
They evolve through trouble.
As I sort through the rubble
Of the diminished feeling of
A snuggle – what's it like?
To tug on a mind, of your own kind,
trying to find, searching for a sign,
attempting to maim
but your maimed
no longer tame.
You've lied about fame.
Sanity revolutionised to insane.
Cavities in the core of your tooth
crave the forbidden fruit, it doesn't fit
your skin. Redundant,
a fake in a suit whilst you realise being alone is good and other humans
from the outside
are really symbolic of narcissism –
out to dilute my fool package.