As I stare off in the sky,
I wonder, ponder and think,
I was created for a reason, but
what was I made to do?
I look to my history, but find nothing.
Into my soul, I delve the depths,
but there are only shattered remains
of what I once was, and can never return.
I question myself here and there, wondering
"Do I even belong?" "What is my cause?"
After all this time, I finally realize
I don't belong, not here, nor anywhere.
I sit alone in the darkness,
knowing all too well the truth.
I've spent my life here for so long,
but I shan't ever be accepted.
In the midst of a group,
I sit on the outside looking in.
I never become a part of the action,
for I know I don't belong.
I will never belong.