Public Isolation

We are all so fucked up

In our own special way

But we act like we're not

So we blend in each day

And we lie to ourselves

And we lie to our friends

And we all tell our kids

That it's right to pretend

Because normal is good

And abnormal is bad

At least to an extent

You are better off sad

Thinking that you are off

While the others are not

So when time comes to scoff

You join right in the mob

And you point and you sneer

And you act with dismay

You go home by yourself

And you cry and you say

"That could just have been me

But I'm glad it was you

I'm safe in the many"

But the many are few

The few are divided

Into clusters of less

And the clusters branch off

And the branches distressed

By the weight of the twigs

Which are scattered and sown

The quest for inclusion

Keeps us standing alone

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