Thoughts. Flying, crashing, whirling, around in my head
Nothing to do but think.
What have I done? What haven’t I done?
Where am I going? Where will I end up?

The world is a harsh place for those who don’t play the game. 
‘Smile, stride with confidence and take what is yours.’
What if I do and my hands end up empty?

The average lifespan is around 80
Yet at the mere age of 18 I feel old enough, unimportant enough, to expire.
You may say life is a miracle. I say it’s a burden.

Thoughts. Everybody gets them. 
Are they like mine?
Do normal people think normal things in their normal lives where they interact with normal people? 

Where does that leave us outcasts? 
We are there whilst you talk to your friends
sitting alone in the comfort of our own company
writing our thoughts on pieces of paper
seeing the world for what it truly is. 
A dark, scary, lonely place.