The long view

Feeling like a failure,

Perceived as a freak,

Stretching out my confidence,

Although I'm truly meek,

With my ass upon the fence,

Feigning my indifference,

Showing off my yellow streak.

While others all around me,

Yet miles and years away,

never turn to look at me;

Hear what I have to say,

Or all that I feel,

Defining what is real,

Cry as with my heart they play.

Their upturned noses,

Their sneers,

Empty hearts, empty hopes,

Beguilers promises, liars cheers,

Shattered dreams, empty shells,

Indifferent love headed for indifferent hell,

My point in this existence,

My point in life,

Seems to be trouble,

Seems to be strife,

In pain I get along,

Its where I belong,

Or should I end it with a knife ?

So learn ye constant reader,

That while it seems to be,

The the moon, The sun,

All that we see

This discourse

The universe,

Does not revolve round me.