For years I’ve been looking for
The light at the end of the tunnel,
Looking for something to guide me
On my journey through what people
Would consider the good life when
They aren’t doing anything more
Than looking though a blank window.
They don’t know what really goes on
In the mind of someone who cant seem to
Keep anyone to call friend for long and
Doesn’t build connections the way they
Feel they should be able to.
They don’t realize that this connection with
Other human beings is something they often
Don’t want because they always seem to stab
Them in the back because they don’t want to
Have anyone that is different around them.
Often their loneliness is learned over the years
Since it is so often forced upon them at a young
Age and they never have a chance to learn
Anything different, they already know that they
Are a lot different from their peers though they often
Can’t find out why, this continues to be
Their prison, chosen or not.