Layers

You've been separated. You've become so different that you cannot relate to anyone or anything anymore. You have opinions that no one wants to hear. You have ideas which everyone else has. Your eyes look but they don't see. Your hands touch but they don't feel. There are a million voices in your head but all your mouth speaks is silence. You want to be quarantined and make the world leave you alone. You want to be put on a pedestal and be worshipped. You want to be anonymous. You want to be famous. You live in the hope that tomorrow will be better. You live in the fear of tomorrow. You've the crystal clear view of the perfect haze that engulfs everything you know. You've blended in so far that you are standing out. Your arm is stretched out not for receiving but for pushing away. You want to know the secrets everyone is holding in. You want to forget the secrets you already know. You've become so cynical that you cannot be redeemed. You want to be saved despite your beliefs. You're soaring and falling. You're unique, just like everyone else.