It's difficult for the lonely ones.
It's difficult to be abandoned, alone, crawling through this maze called life.
To be accidental passerby through life, the dust carried around by savage currents, never reaching the desired destination.
To be ridiculed, rejected, misinterpreted and maltreated for daring to have an alternate perspective of the world.
To dare to look outside the box.
To dare not to belong.
To have pointed fingers, disgust stares and foul words, as the only companions on their paths already peculiarly shaped by dangerous, strange, random imperfections and errors.
It's so difficult to be alone.
To walk, breathe, smile, cry alone...
Does anyone care for rejected?
Does anyone care to help?
Why do they have to rely on themselves only, instead of having someone who will help them when their souls crave the most?!
A benevolent advice, kindhearted embrace, a loving word, understanding... where has it all vanished?
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Not a poem though, just simple musings of the soul. ❤
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