Isolated like a stain
Isolated like a shame
Isolated like a brain
Without a sense of wonder
Isolated like a cage
Isolated like old age
Isolated like a rage
Detesting its own hunger
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I watch other people, too - especially the families. It seems like condescension could come easily for a person like me, but ...it seldom does. Sure, I'd like to feel that my life is more important than theirs, but somehow it's not so easy.
I see the mothers intimately touching their children, the friends joking around in a bar, the old couples holding hands on a park bench. Sometimes I think ...I really don't have any friends, but then I wonder ..When I was in high school I enviously watched all the people standing by their lockers, laughing, teasing, sometimes yelling at each other, but ...but completely absorbed in social contact. What could possible be so important? I watched from the outside, looking in ...and wondered. But then I had my first girlfriend, and I became part of the club - I learned their secrets ...and the secrets were ...nothing. Empty, vapid chatter, filling the air with self serving noise. I loved my discovery, but now ...now I wonder when I left the club ...and if I was ever really in it?
Isolated like a shame
Isolated like a brain
Without a sense of wonder
Isolated like a cage
Isolated like old age
Isolated like a rage
Detesting its own hunger
Text:
I watch other people, too - especially the families. It seems like condescension could come easily for a person like me, but ...it seldom does. Sure, I'd like to feel that my life is more important than theirs, but somehow it's not so easy.
I see the mothers intimately touching their children, the friends joking around in a bar, the old couples holding hands on a park bench. Sometimes I think ...I really don't have any friends, but then I wonder ..When I was in high school I enviously watched all the people standing by their lockers, laughing, teasing, sometimes yelling at each other, but ...but completely absorbed in social contact. What could possible be so important? I watched from the outside, looking in ...and wondered. But then I had my first girlfriend, and I became part of the club - I learned their secrets ...and the secrets were ...nothing. Empty, vapid chatter, filling the air with self serving noise. I loved my discovery, but now ...now I wonder when I left the club ...and if I was ever really in it?