Rescue me, please?

I'm an outsider. Truth is, I've always been an outsider, and I always will. I mean, there's never been any crowd were I just fit in, I'm always different. And I'm not saying that different is bad, but I'm just too different for people to understand me. People who are trying to understand me are wrong anyways, I'm not one to be understood. I just want to be accepted, is that too much to ask for? Apparently it is.

I've never mentioned to anyone that I don't feel like I belong here. I've never complained once about life, only to myself. I've always tried to put on my best smile for the world, making it look like it's okay, so that they won't worry about something they can never change. They can't change me. They can't change theirselves so that I can fit in with them. I'm just born to stand out. It is the way it is. Yes, it hurts me, all the time, but this is one of those problems nobody can really solve, so we shouldn't waste our energy on it. I just have to accept that I'll probably never be really happy in life.

Unless I find other outsiders.

Unless I find those other people, those people who belong nowhere, and thus belong together. Those people who share the feeling of being alone, the people who only fit in when they're around those who don't fit in. The outsiders. They're hard to find, always, but when you find one, you've probably found a whole bunch of them, because they attract each other. They do, because isn't life merely about surviving? Doesn't the human body always do the things that makes it easier to survive? If outsiders only really can survive with the company of outsiders, I think the human body has come up with some trick to find other outsiders. I've faith in the way humans work. I've faith in life.

I only hope life won't let me down in this.