the Lone.

The more and more I peel away, 

the deeper into your skin I creep;

the more and more I understand

that maybe it's not meant to be.

Your colors were more than appetizing.

Oh so vibrant, pulsating trance.

But even though I know the moves

my feet cannot execute the dance.

Maybe it's me just being weird

because I'm the yellow in this blue crowd;

but while everyone whispered away

I couldn't; I remained to shout.

I had to hear my voice over the quiet

to remember this is why I existed.

It was never really about fitting in;

another opportunity - yes, I missed it.

Still, I won't just walk away;

this is the road I was meant to tread.

And it is better, this, just to walk alone

than conform and end up dead.