Monachopsis; The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

We go on
Because the alternative is selfish
We make peace
Because its the right thing to do
We stay silent
Because the lies are too incredible
We die inside
Because we must show life out
We write poems
Because words fail us
We crave peace
Because everyone has pain
We seek kindness
Because we all care
We go on.
Just because.
We are out of place
Because of ourselves.