The Last Rays of the Setting Sun

Sometimes I feel like I don't belong
Actually
Most of the time I feel like I don't belong

Struggle defines me
Struggle is the key to acceptance
I convince myself
Unlike those, like my room mate Greg
For whom struggle is the key to exile

He struggles to find his purpose
I struggle to find peace of mind

Those things I can't discuss
Those things I don't dare remember in the presence of
Friends?

Those things that define me more
Than anything else
That remind me who I am

Those are the things I refuse to declare
Scared of the consequences of being something soulshattering
Carefully I construct an invisible shell that shows
What I want it to, nothing more

Leaving only tiny pinholes for those with knowledge and
Reason to discover

But opening the pinhole takes some suspension of disbelief
Because the image projected on the other side
Is something not even you would guess

And the moral of the story is
There is not a moral to every story
Sometimes the moral is too far away
Shrouded in denial and self-destructive pity
Buried too thick in the fog of fear to be apparent

Sometimes you just don't know what to do
And sometimes you forget to care