Solitude

Solitude

In the center of a circle, I feel outside

Well-defined I seem, yet how amorphous I am

In a prefect frame I pose, my image’s distorted

Because in the climax of ecstasy when my resin was poured

Destiny perhaps buy product was deformed

I look and what I see is weird, at odds with all customs

Unorthodox, eccentric it appears.

I voice my sentiments, my words peculiar to everyone I know

The way I see, how I perceive, my feelings and thoughts

Anything I do and whatever I say

Is bizarre, uncommon, against every norm

This is the essence of loneliness