Freak....

Sitting alone
in company of myself
looking out the window
at total strangers.
A scared innocent freak
in an alien world.
Feeling so numb
find comfort in pain.
A proof that I’m alive,
merely raving insane.
Clutching my hair,
plucking at my eyes.
What the fuck is wrong?
nothing at all…..
the root of madness
is life itself.
once staring at the walls,
twice looking at the sky,
searching for answers
of questions unknown.
sitting,laying,standing
does anything change?
weeping,sleeping,dieing
will it make a difference?
searching blankness now…….
existing without emotion.
in perfect harmony now,
me and my isolation.