Lonely on the Fringe

Perfection is lonely

And has no value

If you are the only one

In a place that no one knew

Imperfection is lonely too

When identified as strange

Mocking fingers point at you

Belonging is in vain

Most strive for mediocrity

The safety in numbers

Crowded anonymity

The painless numbness

The harsh reality scares the meek

They ridicule and alienate the unique

When all they really are is weak

They ruin the wonder and beautiful mystique

They destroy the one-of-kind

To give themselves peace of mind

The magic is pushed to the fringe

The thought of it makes me cringe

TUESDAY, JANUARY 2, 2018 AT 04:05

JArtB