If you're a pathetic weakling, feel the need to see your way out, that is the only warning I will give. 

As for anyone else reading this...I pity you.

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Imagine being and not being at the same time. 

What an odd feeling it is to never be seen or heard, to move in silence at all times. Seeing everyone's moves all at once right before it happens.

Hold your tongue all the time lest the offended get their panties in a wad. Don't say that, don't do that, don't wear that, don't look like that......walk on hot coals, change your face, change yourself, be someone else, don't be you..unwanted..not needed

To wish to be a part of anything yet do not exist at all. What foolish thought to keep persisting. Let it rot. 

I used to say these things years ago, thinking that one day it would change and I could exist among others. Time surely has told me otherwise. 

My gift, the gift of repulsion seems to work like a charm. Fear instilled in others naturally with one glance. As days pass by I sit in silence, watching, and waiting while the world around them crumbles. 

I could warn them....or...I could smile as it all festers in its cesspool. 

And yet, some strange part of me desires to be heard...so here I am.

Isolation...No way out but to go through

Just letting the vultures pick at their own bones..... you can change you to be like the rest and I will remain myself.