if only, I could fit into the puzzle
but, I am just a different piece,
stuck in the long dark tunnel,
trying, to find my inner peace

but I lose my mind in the struggle
and, I no longer have the will necessary
to continue, to carry,
on. much longer,
hoping, I could be stronger,

I dream, I was like the masses,
but, my mind is of different classes,
and, I just can't, conform,
to be like, other people,
even if I try to transform,
I can't solve life's riddle

I love, being dissimilar
but, I wish, more happiness, occur
but, that is, life's narrative
and joy, is not consecutive