One of Them

"so much to say but no one to talk with"
- from "Everybody Looks the Same These Days"

"Outsider"

Was starving for such a long time,
Was always "different",
a little of this
and a little of that
but never fitting
a certain mold.
Misfit …
Loner…
Outsider…
The world strives
to sort us in specific molds.
Loves it when it can,
But loathes it when it can’t,
Labels you as outcasts
or troublemakers,
if you can't fit in its plan.
drvodka2005