Odd

Different from this world. 

Exempt from your group. 

That is the oddness of this life. 

Ain't unity the whole purpose?

Still, I am treated as another. 

 

I smile.I play nice.

I do everything right. 

But still, it isn’t enough. 

It still isn’t enough for you. 

 

The light shines through the cracks

The dark breaks slightly

And without sight of the pitiful stars 

I drift away in the sound of your cries. 

 

The blood runs on the bathroom tile 

The silhouette of death stands before me. 

I smile a little, tasting my salty tears.

Different from this world. 

Exempt from the group. 

That is the oddness of this life. 

The oddness that I got tired of.