Sometimes I look in the mirror, forget what I look like, and think Ive found a kindred soul.
But when I touch the surface, and feel the cold hard reality, I realize I was only kidding myself.
No one can understand the pain of being the only one who will ever understand, that there will ever only be ones self.
When I see people laughing happily I think, 'I wish to laugh with others too.' Then I come back down to the reality that no one likes a fool.
I can only understand myself, I can't expect anyone to comprehend my existence.
I was the dancing joker in their eyes, someone who spoke silly words.
I followed them around looking for something, something that seemed to fulfill them. At the end of the day, I found nothing but emptiness and it stayed.
I looked at myself and thought, if this was what existence was, how can anyone truly be themselves. They stole little things from others just as I had set out to do.
However, I was too incompetent to succeed.
And slowly crumbled under the pressure of society.
