There it was that you laughed.

There it was that you smiled.

There spawned the words that echoed across the planet.

And here I am, alone.

In a silent, somber corner,

with bleak, nascent rays of light gracing my face.

Shouts and screams of laughter and amusement,

words that could stand to the ends of time,

and here I engage in solemn soliloquy,

for darkness, I've come to learn, is of reticent character.

Seclusion, isolation, solitude, taciturnity.

These are all words ascribed to pariah,

but the outcasts know themselves as one thing,

"I am alone."

You stare, you point, you whisper to yourselves.

My presence brings silence, my words bring discomfort,

and my gaze brings fright to any who behold it.

I am alone, but there is a reason I am alone.

You shun my existence, you muffle my thoughts.

And no matter how many fires you kindle in me,

my silent fortitude dispels your intentions,

and drives you forever away.

There stands before me a mighty wall of bricks.

But there is an empty space.

One which I refuse to inhabit.

Because this wall serves no purpose,

but to bind.

And when you are in despair,

and need someone to hate,

you will always find me,

in my faithful darkness.

I mean nothing to you.

You cannot acknowledge,

that I too think,

that I too feel,

that I too discover,

and that I too cry.

I have a life as well.

In which I think, feel, discover, and cry.

Whenever I want to.

I am alone.

But not for the sake of being alone.

I am alone because no one will walk with me.

If you cannot accept me, do not accept me.

I am who I am - a freak.

But I am the freak I've always wanted to be.