Logic on paper,

secrets in heart,

mind filled with data;

it tears you apart.

Alone, pushed away

by all that are normal

due to what they say;

though you are amoral.

The world is wrong,

yet you'll still save it;

even when you don't belong,

you refuse to quit.

Trying to reduce you to their level

because of the difference,

not wanting you to be special,

needing to change your preference.

Ignorance is bliss,

they once said,

but they still don't miss

the way you're afraid.

Different in every aspect

of thoughts and feelings both,

they only want to collect

the fruits without any growth.

They fear what they know nothing of,

but they condemned the one to explain

that simply staying, not going forth,

will make delusions remain.

And each and every man,

no matter how great,

will one day give up on his plan,

letting his being fade.

One day, we'll remember though, I guarantee,

what you've done and what you've lost,

how they've wronged you,

and those like you will be free

thanks to your major breakthrough.

Such a shame that you can't see it,

but even separated by centuries,

we feel your love and hurt,

we know your secret,

and you live on in our memories.