Untouched By Angels

Untouched by Angels I stand-alone.
In a crowd of people I am not my own.
Strange faces, wild glances,
Every one estimating their chances.
What will this crowd assume of me?
Why do I feel it's only my faults they see?

Untouched by Angels I stand-alone.
In a crowd of people I am not my own.
No love, no hate, for these faces all around.
My heart is beating a deafening sound.
Their eyes burning through my soul,
This absurdity is taking a huge toll.

Untouched by Angels I stand-alone.
In a crowd of people I am not my own.
I am who they want me to be,
But I am not what they always see.
Surviving their views, I live my life.
Following their rules causes me much strife.

Untouched by Angels I stand-alone.
In a crowd of people I am not my own.
I walk untouched in my minds eye,
Searching the visions that I cry.
Delusions scream free for all to see,
Leaving me in awe with all the brutality.

Untouched by Angels I stand alone,
In a crowd of people I am not my own.
Their fears pulse through me with much pain.
Their minute psychotherapy leaves me with much disdain.
O' to be free of all the misconceptions they wield,
Breaking the barriers, crushing this shield.

Untouched by Angels I stand-alone.
In a crowd of people I am not my own.
They only believe what they want to believe.
Only seeing the thoughts they have conceived.
I stand alone, untouched by their hatred,
Deceiving them with the same thoughts they have shed.

Copyright ?2001 Timber McCall