Outsider

I'm not yours

I am open doors to unknown.

I am my soul

Made of seas which overflow.

I don't belong

I don't make point of it at all.

I'm like a song

Born to die, words to recall.

Crying a waterfall

Or laughing out loud

Through my white threads of hair,

I still build walls

And drown out the crowd

Pretending I am no longer there

I'm just a bird

Trying to break through its cage

I'm not my age

I'm not even on the same page.