Otherness

There are many times 

I feel I am overcome

By a sense of otherness

I am fully me

Yet am not believed to be

No thought by others can express

My incomparable sense of lostness 

There is not a sentence uttered

In which I am told I am not 

There is no glance full of question 

In which my full self seems forgot

Yet in a moment 

My mouth upturns itself

And my mind is alone 

In this world full of bitterness

Sitting on an ugly throne 

I rule my mind through that world

While my face plays a game 

"Who can guess what I am"

The answer will be not the same

My brain wracks it's senses 

Why am I different from my name

My face casts glances

That will always look the same

And as I start out feeling hatred

For the conflict that I am 

Yet I must press on 

For the eventual breaking of my dam

And the hope that someone will see me

For all of ness that I am