I've been floating aimlessly around, wandering lost, having no goal in life...
I've been an Eskimo in a desert,'I've never really fitted in to this universe, much less at home...
I've always been in a different world, on a different page, with a contrasting genre. It will never be able to fit in this jigsaw environment, where everyone can place themselves together in the picture nicely, only to have me as a piece that sticks out tremendously.
I'm in my own world, my own bubble of life and I can't break out of it. Being myself is like being the fish out of water, it's just unsuited for me. I could neither be here nor there, and cruelly not in between. The wall of my bubble is too thick, I cannot see and feel what is happening around me. I want to burst this wall and reach out to the world, but it just won't break. I don't have the strength to. If I escape, what will I be like... I wouldn't know myself any more. It's hard, my mind runs on a drastic frequency, unlike any others.
I'm special, in a way that I'll never understand this world... ...
