The Dweller: Societies Misfit

All alone, My heart feels like a stone sinking in a reservoir, I can’t control what was once my tact, I can’t envision what was once my emotions, I long to have them back, Feeling hideous, unwanted and unkind Feeling low, bereaved and un-human like, Depression feels like it’s just around the corner, And no one is there to help me. I’m lacking passion and I feel nothing but atrophy Yesterday was a good day, now is this all that is left of me? I feel obsessed, ashamed and malnourished, I live in a room that feels bare and unfurnished, Feeling anxious, I need to detour and break away I need to find slumber and peace, but I’m too conscious and too stressed to play, I dwell on today and its futureand reverie the rest away. So today I’m a misfit to society, Not needed by anyone or its entirety, Invisible to those that I love and to those who loves me, First breath after this coma will come, and I’ll awake before an eternity, A society dweller is what I am, loathsome and callous. I’m waiting for that stature, so I can proudly say “so long, lonesome.” And realise that my heart isn’t a cold, lonely anddead place. I’m going to stare my conquer straight in the face And realise that it’s natural to be afraid, I’m going to be the preeminent soul eternally, be epic and no longer ashamed, I’m going to be what I was before, Standing proud, and saluting the day, Being content, living in the sun as an alternative to living in the shade.