Like a deer in the headlights I stand mesmerized by the truth.
Believing me to be an open book was a lie since my youth.
All those that love me do not understand me; incomprehensible.
Never have I felt so alone and lost; who to blame when I am liable?
A stranger to every life I touch; nothing more than a passing thought.
Not worth the effort to know; I stand here surrounded but unsought.
If I truly am difficult to identify with; then perhaps alone is my curse.
Into the crowd I disappear, out of sight out of mind; nothing is worse.
