Outsider

It's funny how
the warmth can vanish,
I may walk out
if I feel unwelcome
but how many rooms
need my footsteps?
The bigger the house
the louder the silence.
Aren't we all just
wild animals
taking shelter in the rain?

The loneliest generation
feels companionship
with the distant stars,
a hole in the heart
that has no cure,
like the branches of the same tree
growing in their own directions,
an outsider camouflages
in a jungle of familiar faces.

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