Solitude

In the center of a circle I feel outside
Well defined I seem, so unknown I am
In the frame I pose, yet
The image is distorted
The picture never fits  

In the climax of ecstasy
My resin was poured
Out of spite
Let’s call it destiny  
Product was deformed  

I look and what I see
Is weird, at odds with all customs
Unorthodox, eccentric it appears.
I voice my sentiments   
The words I utter
So peculiar sound to everyone I know.

The way I see, how I perceive
My feelings and thoughts  
Anything I do and whatever I say
Is bizarre, uncommon,
Unacceptable, against every norm
This is the essence of loneliness
True meaning of solitude!