Freak

Sitting alone
in company of myself
looking out the window
at total strangers
a scared innocent freak
in an alien world
feeling so numb
find comfort in pain
a proof that i’m alive
merely raving insane
clutching my hair
plucking at my eyes
What the fuck is wrong?
nothing at all…..
the root of madness
is life itself
staring at the walls
or looking at the sky
searching for answers
of questions unknown.
sitting,laying,standing
does anything change?
weeping,sleeping,dieing
will it make a difference?
searching blankness now…….
existing without emotion.
in perfect harmony now,
me and my isolation.