It is Never Satisfied

So it stands in the corner, on the outside looking in at everyone and everything. It wonders where it would fit in? Amidst the jokes, giggles and laughter? Amidst the pretenses, coverups and plastered smiles? It looks perfectly intact from the outside, but truly, rotting from within. For years and years, the infestation grew. Every now and then, the ointment applied, but never really went away, just slowed down in its pace. A seemingly brave broken soul to everyone else's eyes, when in fact, a shameful disgusting monster whose thoughts brood foul. It can never live up to expectations, never be good enough in anyone else's eyes, except perhaps God's, but even so, things were doubtful & shameful. It never had no common sense, even if it did, no one would believe such a thing. It never had a voice of its own, always silenced by everyone else & keeping in line with traditional values. It is always ridiculed and mocked for being another brainless Frankenstein. It never could stand up for itself, brought down & kept down by past monsters that entrapped it. It always sought for trouble in all the wrong places, screwed up in all the right places. It hurt so much but never spoke a word. Tumble after tumble, the never ending tidal waves keep crashing it down underwater. Will it ever pull through? Will it ever feel proud of itself or find something to be proud of? Will it ever be good enough? Will it ever be worthy? It festers, it boils, it brews, but it never overspills. It burns itself from within, and sometimes, the ones that come near it ill get singed too. In other words, stay away from it. I guess everyone got the message loud and clear. Lost is the new old word, it can never fit in.