Solitary

You don’t belong here.

You can’t fit in, you’re not a part of this fold, deep down, you know it.

You try to be like them, going against your nature.

A solitary creature you are, never lonely, but always alone.

Seeking none, self reliant to the core, sated and content with nothing.

Cold, yet mildly warm, mute, yet all knowing and all vocal.

Always mindful, and overly careful.

You are terrified of change, addicted to routine, and unwilling to sacrifice this comfort which you so enjoy.

The silence and peace over normalcy and society’s perception of what’s ideal.

They call you proud, which you are, cos you think them base, and their actions beneath you.

They call you odd, which you are, cos they can’t seem to understand why you are unamused and unfazed by the things everyone finds thrilling.

A part of you desires a taste of what could be, a trial of something new, but an adventurous soul, you are not.

Conflicting thoughts at war, be what society envisions and be loved by many, or be you and be at peace, but you so much love this tranquility, this routine, don’t you?

We both know what your choice will always be.

Emmalase.