to feel different is to feel alone in ways self shut out the world released by time... no matter the place or the crowd no situation ever settles the comfort jus right... n being unable to fit in forces the solitude of what's normal is considered to be wrong... having a sense of abandonment within self as if one doesn't belong... . it's like watching everyone play the same rolls that mimic one an other as no one catches on to individuality... yet the seclusion behind closed doors is the escape from their shallow realities... n no one gets the fact that appeal is an attribute to who one is away from the crowd... all they hear is the same ol same as the go along with the trampling of the herds sound... leaving the distance in between the relativity n the mind causing a break in a mental aspect of what's truly what... it's safer to sit with the walls for there's not a single person the heart can trust... witness to the silliness of cycles that reoccur as fast as the head can spin with every other lust... n the feeling of not having but few friends who follow the same paths hurts due to the silence behind doors... locked to give some sort of reason to the fear of becoming mindless to the facts of never wanting the awakening of more... people are unable to see the blindness of societies ignorance n blame those who walk solo for the issues at hand... even though they've been taught well enough to continue the show n are guided by demand... as even on a personal others tend to fill rolls of characters n never have one of their own to respect... n everyone wonders why they cannot find something real to invest...
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