Hit Hard

Tell me of the path I must walk
tell me of the kind of man I would be to walk it.
The right man for everyone
becomes everyone's fool to change.
I am the lone for my personality is my doom.
It changes never,
and this is all that filled my mothers womb.
In birth I was filled with myself
but downcast I am for years of being told I was in the wrong.
Raised by quakers I must now join animosity
but nature shows if I did I'd join hypocrisy.
Born in peace I am what I am
and altruism has been my set plan.
Nobody flocks
nobody cares
my soul with my kind now sits in despair.
My families are gone
those left
are chained by blood
no friends that live near
besides they who deem me crud.
one family do I belong
but at times I feel I do not
as stupid as I am
good friends leave me for other squat.
I am left with those who don't care
who I must live with and deal with
but I know they're unhappy I'm there.
After my life is lived and I die under god,
my funeral will leave me few or no people
who for me will plod.
I fear my soul is dead
and for my companions they tred
to the land where they were wanted
and there they said,
"do unto others
as you would have them do unto you"
and at these words my lazy body will leave them
truly dead.