Beholders, silent as my concealing curtain fell
Broken social agreements as I spoke of hell
Beware, do not let your suffering soul rebel
Better to endure agony inside solitary shell


They often asked; "how do you feel?"
Indecent irony clad in pedestrian politeness
For noone wanted an answer
Their backs turned in shame


A helpless heart conceived to live estranged
My miserable mark from birth engraved
How lonely is this indifferent world's slave
Doomed to carry his burden to the grave