Leprosy

I feel like dying.
I feel betrayed, by all I know and al I love,
I could never be that perfect son, nay not him,
Just an outcast, cretin that was some moral leper that has no place in
their hearts.

What must I do to please their wrath?
How I have tried to confess my suicide but they wont listen,
Closed are their ears.
They wont listen to a paranoid cream that seems too emotional for such
a young soul.
Never belonging, always alone.

Not even a wolf am I,
For even they have nature to console their ancient hides,
I have no one and no one wants to become closer to me,
Many have come to see what little freak am I, why I cry so,
All have laughed and never thought to what if any are my emotions
doing,
Roller coaster and dives. Drugs they are not for I have nothing to
blame but me.
How can I blame others when they tell me its me.
Your paranoid they say, you know nothing,
Shut up idiot, fool.
That is what they say.
How can I not ignore that without thinking it must be fault within my
own.