A modern old tale.

There is a grim feeling to be all alone and looking deranged, 

Especially when things around  you get really strange.

When people get hurt or angry they seem to change before your eyes.

You seem to be the only one who is able to see through the disguise.

The only one who believes is your crazy aunt but no one cares.

You  battle the tribes against you and go where no one dares.

Even those in authority might be in on the plot.

Some of those you love forget you and that hurts a lot.

You've grabbed a hank of trouble and know how this must look.

At night you try to find an answer in some dusty old book.

Then a ray of light shines in this gothic darkness

A comrade starts to notice that you may mostly faultless.

In the nick of time he stands up by your side,

giving the devious ones one less place to hide.

It's a real relief to know that while you may be in a crazy zone

at least now you know that you are not alone.