I am an alien.

No, you needn’t be afraid;

I simply come here to learn your ways.

 

My home planet

I’ll admit I do miss.

It’s called Summer, and oh what bliss.

 

Before coming

(in peace I might add)

I felt very lively and not so sad.

 

But now that I’m here

I can’t seem to find

A place amongst you, like I’ll never be one of your kind.

 

Let me be honest:

I didn’t come here by choice.

I was forced here without getting in any voice.

 

I thought it’d be fun,

That I’d learn something new.

Instead I’m probed and drilled with tasks I cannot do.

 

This place is also cold and dark,

I wonder why.

Summer was always bright and warm there was no reason to cry.

 

I now find myself wishing

I could return

To my own world, but apparently that’s something I must earn.

 

So here I must stay

-In this system I abhor-

For twelve whole cycles...or more!

 

Please, let me go!

I don’t, I can’t understand.

I just want to leave this strange land.

 

Now I’m hardly recognizable;

I’ve lost all my color

From the pain, stress, abuse, no – torture.

 

I’m still an alien

But here I lie in defeat.

It seems being myself didn’t matter; I just couldn’t compete.