I was talking to my therapist,telling her how alienated I feel,alone an alien in an alien world.I told her I felt like the last unicorn.After all being a technicolor flying panther with horns isn't a common thing I guess.
I am beginning to think I very well might be the last one,out here at least.
I am here,can't go anywhere,and I am so lost..It hurts.I wait. I do my best to cope.But as far as I can tell, I see no others like me here.The more I look the more people seem the same.The normalcy is all consuming and everywhere.Everyone wears the same things,sound the same way so much of the time it just makes me feel worse.So many people seem so much the same its scary.And that sameness has no place for a cat like me.
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The old hometown just looks the same
Like a derelict man who had died out of shame
Like a jumble sale left out in the rain
It's not good; it's not right
The standards have fallen
My value has dropped
But don't shed a tear
Some walk like they own the place
Whilst others creep in fear
So try if you can to walk like a man
But you don't come near
Try if you can
to walk like a man
but if you don't come near
you've got to fly like an eagle
prowl like a lion in Africa
leap like a salmon home from the sea
to keep up with me
you've got to walk like a panther tonight
walk like a panther tonight
to keep up with me you've got to walk like a panther...
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