A Hermit Who Felt Alone

I stay, letting in hurt, I flirt with death. Self sabotage put the knife to my chest. Shame, humiliation to embarrassment. My peers refute impress. The freak likes it. We attack him next. Easy target, begets respect, nope. Hate instead. Displace him, never truly face him, power is felt not seen. Lost in a crowd, all of us must be trailed as fiends. Thanks to the pain, I see behind the scenes. Kept my eyes open, refused to miss anything. Truth be told, your scared and wish you could carry the world on your shoulder, alone. Just like me.

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