A Poem...Just Because

[Drachona]

The Torment

I cannot win, can I?
We cannot win, can we?
Can we define normal,
when all are different?
What is it?
Where is it?
Can I have it, or do I even want it?
I am something,
but I am nothing,
nothing in the day,
everything at night,

And even if I were something in the day,
I cannot win.

Tell them the truth,
you are a liar,
prove you are telling the truth,
you are insane,
prove you are not insane,
and speak to the wall,
of silence and sightlessness,

You begin to wonder,
If you are what you are,
am I crazy?
Am I not?
I am stable,
I am successful,
I follow their rules,
How is that not normal?
You find yourself asking,
again and again,
Is it all real?
If no one believes you,
imagine how hard it is,
to believe yourself.

And how hard it is,
that when they believe you,
if they believe you,
you are no human!
You are a monster!

No!

You have no family,
No lover,
No dreams,
No hopes,
No place in any god’s palace.
You are an abomination!
You are evil!

In hiding, you question yourself,
In the open, you are hated and feared.

We cannot win, can I?