Plastic world

Something I wrote on one of my darker days. Not usually like me, but I thought it was worth posting. :)

Have you ever felt what it was like to be alone? It’s all I’ve ever known. When you see the world from a perspective that is not of the norm, others will not understand you. You will never be able to connect with somebody on the level that you desperately need to. I see rivers where others see sidewalks. I see slavery where others see freedom. I was never meant for this society. When people see me they say I’m crazy. I feel like the only sane one left. I am alone. No matter how close you think you are to me there will unconditionally be a barrier between us. I’m in a psychological bubble where I can see what takes place around me, but never interact with it. People looking in see me laughing. But on the inside of that bubble I’ve always been crying.