Working title - Outcast

I feel I have no choice
When others don't hear my voice
For some strange reason, I don't know
Again, I'm an outcast, just for show

Everyone else has others, but me
How did this happen, I cannot see
Something I keep doing wrong
Pushes people as I move along

Through my life, my walk feels lonely
With groups of strangers either side of me
They part aside as I walk through
To stop and stare at the pitiful view
I feel their eyes on my back, lingering
As I try to move forward, without stumbling

Night falls and my eyes burn
Sleep is far away, as I toss and turn
Too much thinking, it won't stop
My brain carries on as my mood it drops

Too many questions left unanswered
Too many ties that I have severed
Do I chop them out of my life?
Or am I discreetly pushed out the light?

My imbalance makes me posessive
Over everything, I get obsessive
The highs and lows aren't only emotions
But extremeties in life that have no medium