It's not odd to feel out of place

I call that being part of the human race

Sometimes I feel down with the tears of a clown,

Is this what a human is really like?

The tears that run down my face

Never seem to be out of place

My tears reveal all the pain and the years

That I was lost in fear

Dreading that I was alone

What a nightmare I saw no clouds with a silver lining

I never woke up from the alternate reality

Why you might ask, because this is real life

Life is never easy and I'm never ready

I'm always the last batter in the ninth inning never able to hit the home run

I'm the runner on first that never makes it home

How can I deal with this eternal mess that I call my mind?

Why can't I seem to get a grasp on this life of mine?

Why why why!

So I began to cry

My tears blur the words and bring a haze to my thoughts

The clouds seem to rain just on me and no one else the clouds seem to see