They look at me with wonder.

Flick through their text books.

They go for trial and error,

Whilst I suffer with terror.

Do they refuse to diagnose me or accept that they don’t know me?

Slowly disintegrating.

I wither away.

They cannot hear me.

They cannot hear the voice.

I hear the voice loud and clear and it says,

“You don’t belong here!”

By here it means this world.

So wonder.

Keep on wondering and let God take me home.

Then you needn’t wonder anymore.

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