Feeling different
Alone and misguided
Questioning your existence
Be like others you think
One for all you insist

Acceptance you reject
A nuisance you declare
Fit into a crowd
Desire a futile roar
Coat we have a lot to say

Then on this day
Our mouths widen open
Filled with words left unsaid
Smearing sadness and unhappiness
Burrowed into my soul

But on this day
My door closed shut
Refusing the feeling forcing its way through me even though I want to be consumed by it.
By the power it yields, yet I chose to punish myself.