My troubled teen years reflected in this old poem
Mine is a lonely life I choose to live
I want all of human kindness
without wanting to give
I seek refuge in my mind
hiding words people seek to provoke
When they find the words unkind
it's me they seek to revoke
What do I do; what can I say?
Why is it when I need a friend
they all seem to turn away?
I'm unaccustomed to making conversation
I fear the words I want to speak.
Because people find them unfashionable
my words are myself, oblique.
Words penned by a lonely teenage boy long ago. He showed so much promise. Mentorless, he had no beacon. He has floundered on a sea of futility ever since. From time to time, he resurfaces. May he be lonely no more and find an audience that embraces the unusual and unique view of the world he attempts to share.