See a human.
Looks like all others,
Walks alike,
Your reality smothers.
See a being.
Talks as you do,
Must think,
Just like you too.
The truth is,
Your truth is a lie
I’m different.
No human being am I.
Something else,
Not you in the least.
I’m the typical,
Fabled ’bout, outlander-beast.
A derelict,
Similarity in appearance.
If inward showed you’d wish disappearance.
I’m not human,
I’m something different,
Living and thinking with foreign intent.
K. Aldaya, 9/25/04
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 