Being Different is Being Alone

Last week I sat by myself in the cafeteria just because I wanted to be different.
I sat by myself because I wanted to know what it felt like to be alone.

As the judgemental glares penetrated my shallow soul, I felt isolated.
I heard the faint voices whisper remarks that even Satan would despise.

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Last year I met a boy named Paul. Paul knows what voices I'm talking about because he knows what it feels like to be a shadow.

And last month Paul told me that I didn't have a heart, but I'm here to prove to you that it beats.

And last night you screwed me because you wanted to feel accepted.
And last night I screwed you because I'm an ass hole.

And last night... I cried in my hands again because I know what it feels like to have your heart slit.

And right now I'm starring at myself in the mirror because I want to know what it feels like to be crystallized.

Diamondized.

And next week I'll sit by that kid that's different because I know what it feels like to be alone.



- Trevor Powers