At times we only desire to be alone
Finding better company with ourselves
Than with what others provide
Yet not moments later a pang of loss
Overcomes our being, and we only
Desire to find lost company
What madness is this, what deathly
Horrid insanity could drive us
To be this way, to desire such,
Loneliness in the thickest crowd
Fear and sorrow sunk into the roots
Of the human psyche tearing to get out;
What madman devised us so
Created such beings with inherent
Hypocrisy, doubt, and despair
What monsters are we that
Can hate, lie, and kill
While cowering in the corner
From the beasts which
Hunt us not from without
But from within;
But also what greatness lies
In our hearts and in our minds
That lets us overcome these poisons
That let us rise above
Create, think, feel, love
And light aflame the guiding beacon
Which leads us through the
Dark cave of our existence
Into the dawning of the sun;
We are indeed a race of
Strange, amazing, and horrible
Beings wandering about
Lost like children searching
For an absent mother
Or an object of comfort
We are human, one of many
Individuals in a crowd
Attempting to find ourselves
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