Imprint of Veins

I have seen innumerable failures;
I have gone through excruciating pain;
and I have felt inexplicable anguish, yet you think I am comfortable.

I have been irrationally compared against; 

I have been dismissed as an insignificant being;
I have been neglected for my introversion;

and i have been loathed for what I am.
Yet, there is someone, somewhere, envying my smile;
craving for my luxuries; and desiring to be me. 

If you think I am too distant, you are wrong. If you believe I am so different, 

then you are mistaken. I am as afraid as you are.
I am as skeptical, about what is about to unfold, as you are.
I only know I am as brittle as the weakest substance you know of. 

Yet, I make an effort to spread hope and happiness. 

I don't need a saviour.
I don't seek refuge.
I am just engaged in a quest for truth. Yet, I won't deny 

I am the only bird in my cage; I occupy my cranial prison.

This is not a poem;
Nor is it a soliloquy. I can't masquerade behind a sad autobiography either; 

yet I won't deny that this is not my lament.

Now that you have read my veins; brood on your story of life, 

Trace back your steps and kick my blabber aside; yet, 

be the goodness in me and banish our common vices; 

and be a better person than I am, for I see 

a better me in a benevolent you!

- Me