Lonely on the Fringe

Perfection is lonely
And has no value
If you are the only one
In a place that no one knew

Imperfection is lonely too
When identified as strange
Mocking fingers point at you
Belonging is in vain

Most strive for mediocrity
The safety in numbers
Crowded anonymity
The painless numbness

The harsh reality scares the meek
They ridicule and alienate the unique
When all they really are is weak
They ruin the wonder and beautiful mystique

They destroy the one-of-kind
To give themselves peace of mind
The magic is pushed to the fringe
The thought of it makes me cringe

TUESDAY, JANUARY 2, 2018 AT 04:05

JArtB