Pain. I feel it.

I know I’m different. In almost every way, I’m different.
I used to be the best. Now I belong to the rest.

In a world where everyone’s wavering,
I’m definite.

In a world where everything’s messed up,
I’m clean.

In a world where words can’t be uttered,
I sing.

In a world where images can’t be seen,
I paint.

But

In a world where everyone’s blissful,
I’m poignant.

In a world where everyone’s being loved,
I’m hated.

In a world where everyone wins,
I lose.

And in a world where everything’s pleasurable,
I’m in pain.

I know I’m different. In almost every way, I’m different.
I used to be the best. Now I belong to the rest.