When will I to be accepted for thy person of which is me?
When can I be right within thyself?
When should I be safe and happy in thy head?
Not understood be thy conscience to the undamaged,
And unbroken people of the universe.
Sitting alone, pondering how to be.
To be one without affliction,
To be the one who is loved,
To be free of burden and horror
I am stolen into a world of tarnish,
Demoted and Deminished,
Unto the void of aberrational bourgeois.
So cast me to the world of the common,
Or damn me to the eternal ever.
Don’t imprison thee for being whom I was intended to be.
