Outcast

Uniqua

my life is a riddle

that I have yet to unravel

an enigma of sorts

here and there, along the gravel

be yourself, they say

everyone else is taken.

but when I am armed with the courage,

when I am bold for my values

when I have strong held my ideals

then they have scoffed.

then they glare at me surreptitiously

there they eagerly dress me with scorn

I can never win I guess

victory was not my calling.

and every day from now til the end

is just another moment stalling.

the world inside my head is a-whirling

with all thoughts and reasonings twirling

I am never to be one of them,

it was written.

always longing for the solace in words

in company, in comfort..

but exiled to loneliness and

outcast in every season, all the same.

a fact of life,

whether out of spite or out of mockery

in a lame lost joke now forgotten..

and the truth is I couldn’t fake it,

not even at my best attempt

for love and kindness is a gift god-sent.

and my smile could never be cruel to those whom it’s lent;

and my words never insincere to those in whom I revel..

so if my warmth is my demise

if they fulfill my darkest fear

and well; this is just my surmise-

may I forever be from their company exempt.