Pain. I feel it.
March 28, 2010
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 lost.
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.


