I huddled over in the corner last night,
wondering what I’d done again,
seems like at times isolation gets the best of me,
suddenly I will do anything to fit in.
I wrote a poem many years ago,
it warned of much of this,
but no matter how much time goes by,
I have never quite dealt with it.
It can be difficult to be independent,
live by a philosophy all your own,
finally being who you want to be,
but you find yourself all alone.
You might wander streets,
look aimlessly throughout the week,
you know you should be going somewhere,
but you have no truth or goals that you can seek.
All you do is look some more,
wondering where this path might end.
Perhaps one day a new one will start,
where I an walk a different direction and grab my pen,
will be able to write and reflect on holding to my opinions,
but will have finally integrated it all into society,
where perhaps I can speak as my own person and they will listen.

02/02/2009

Posted on 02/03/2009
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