I am not one of them
I associate with them, but I am not one of them. I do not smile with dead eyes like them. I do not speak like them. I am one of you.
But, at the same time, I am not one of you. I was born one of you, but I am no longer one of you.
I do not belong with you. I do not belong with them.
So where do I belong?
You treat me as if I am one of them. You smile fakely at me when I'm with them, like you do to them. You pretend as if I'm special to you. You are a liar. I feel sorry for them. They do not know that you are a liar.
I am not one of them. But I am not one of you.
So where do I belong?
