I do my own thing,
And strive to be the best I can be,
My light makes people uncomfortable,
And makes them feel judged,
As they feel the weight of my personal standards.
I love being hypocritical,
Emphasizing the standards which are beyond my reach,
But never allowing the acceptance of reality,
To taint or ruin my idealistic nature.
I hate seeing people avoid their potential,
As if they were completely oblivious to how special they are.
In each person, I see a unique gift that surpasses the entire universe.
And I let the disappointment build barriers, to allow myself the space to grow.
And the barrier grows as I see others as complacent and stagnant.
And they see me as compulsive and unstable.
But being alone,
I can never fully hit my own potential,
Or find my blind spots which are so clear to others.
Or experience the power and capability of a well performing team.
Or the beauty and love of a growing community.
So in my quest for companions,
I have discovered my darkness is hated by them,
And my sentimental nature feels the full weight of their rejection.
And so I remain, just independent.