Lost souls with hurt feelings and uneasy social skills
Wander a rougher path searching for someone to complete us
But with the close of each chapter
Exhausted, devastated, feeling oneself curled up like a fetus
Maybe it signifies desire to return to the womb
Before we entered this unforgiving world
With devious boys and cruel girls
Just somehow seeking solace from all that is toxic
Just simply wishing not really to be left alone
Because the loneliness is part of our ills
Most of the time, this is why we’re in our feels
No, we just simply wish to be
Don’t want to water down my personality
Or filter out my actuality
Just to fit into your narrow mind
And allow my soul to become a casualty
Sometimes I think to myself
Maybe we’re the real humans
And the rest are in commune with savagery
Or maybe we’re evolved beyond level one of this species
While the rest of them accept the programming casually
But we don’t want to conform to your norm
Perhaps our personal decree is better than your degree
As we align with the Hippocratic Oath: Do no harm
My blood and soul on the page
Is like a paint brush to an artist
Perhaps we are the modern-day philosophers
Those who are emotionally smartest
Or maybe we’re just the socially awkward, the introverts
The Souls Seeking Solace
Ronaldo Gilley 