Truth



I cannot discern what is real in this world.

I cannot see who I am.

I thought I knew long ago.

Then I saw that I was alone.

I tried not to be alone.

Other people were not alone.

Yet I remain alone.

What was the reason?

What is the truth?

What is wrong with me?

I can see many flaws in myself.

I see none that should cast me to solitude.

The fate of suffering alone in silence.

It is not the fury of a storm.

It is the icy hell of a pain that screams yet has no voice.

This is my fate.

This is my only truth.