• It pierces me, right in the back.
    Whenever I am lost in despair -
    The world looks so cold and black.
    I look back, with a lifeless stare.

    Wondering about why it's me;
    And not somebody else here.
    Misery and pity is all I feel,
    As I hide myself in utter fear.

    I've always been very unique,
    Hence, it isolates me from joy.
    My loneliness is my mystique...
    It leaves me very woeful and coy.