Rejection

Boggles my mind
A question of self worth, of identity and longing
How weak am I a creature to crave warmth from a stranger who has no such need.
And here I thought I was the Amazonian, brave, and free
Free from human desires, from the need to be accepted
From the mundane, lowly earthly emotions.

Yet here I am.

I have never felt like I belong, always the sore thumb wherever I go
Being an outcast is the norm, being indifferent is treasured all along.
Always pride myself in my lack of attachment
Always strive to remove the self from the mass.

Yet here I am.

Shedding tears for one I don't know.
Don't love.
Don't have.

Do I simply crave human touch after all?
Do I want something I can't have?
Or do I truly ache for you?