I am observing the social sphere from behind a barrier…
Most people do not even press their heads against mine
On the glass wall.
Incurably enervated and entirely unenthused,
I bury myself in my room.
I wanted them to breathe my love,
But, they still won’t acknowledge I have a heart.
I am a foreign creature, freshly released into
The world of sycophants
Sure, I shattered to bits.
But, her I am, Humanity, alive and free.
Purple is my soul, and the moon, well, it bears my breadth.
The dream world and a few select friends saved me when even my sanity abandoned me;
Anad therein lies why I never again will be a beacon of hope in an utterly mendacious world.