Alone
Surrounded by a swarm of insects they call people
They wish to feast upon me
Why?
What is it about me?
Why am I chosen to be the prey?
I'm exhausted.
From running.
From hiding.
From being chased my whole life
Maybe I should give up
Let them devour me
It's what they want
Me to conform to their ways
Their language
Their look
But I won't
Even the people who claim to be different are all the same now
So vain.
Such vain little creatures
I curse you
You all would die without your image
Your looks.
They define you
It's who you are
Pathetic.
But they keep you alive
They're a part of the very air you take in
Try not to depend on them so
Because one day they will be gone
And you'll have nothing left but the shallowness inside
The bitterness you try to hide
I won't conform
Because soon it'll all fade away
It will all be lost one day.
Everything.