Desolation

Living in this isolation, separate from society,
Why must I feel so alone and different?
I haven't done anything wrong, on the contrary,
I've done exactly what I've thought to be right.
Maybe I've been wrong all this time.
Maybe being caring, and kind-hearted are the wrong ways to be in today's society.
Maybe I belong on a desolate island, where there is nothing but nature.
Nature would never look down on me.
Nature would never shun me for acting in a way I believed to be right.
Maybe I don't belong in contact with other people.
Maybe I'm too different.
Maybe I should take my heart out and shove it down my throat.
In being who I am, in trying my hardest in everything I've done, I am still alone.
I am still the only human who walks this Earth, that I know of, who is quite like me.
I am unique.
But it's my burden to carry.
And it will be until the day I die.