Loner In The Crowd Poem by Thistle Wargul

Step after step, along the empty road.
Breath after breath, in the silent room.
Closed conversations all around,
Resentful looks without a sound.

Note after note, in the music book.
Sung like a thrush, that's speckled brown.
Only the jealous close off their lives,
To people that do not tell lies.

You're afraid because I'm stronger than you,
You're afraid of what I can do!
I'm different and proud of it,
A heppy reject, in the crowd!

Watching, just waiting.
Waiting for an answer.
Why do you hate me so?