truth

there really isnt much to say
when you realize
that the world isnt for you
there isnt much to cry about
when you realize that
you will never be
one of them
there isnt much to do
when it becomes clear that
the people
and things
and places
that make up your daily life'
fill you to the brim
with utter disgust and hatred
there isnt much to worry about
when you stand on the outside
and look in on the world
spinning and laughing without you
you can smile
and walk amongst the crowds
but there is the truth
that you are beyond it all
always in your mind