An Unwanted Sea Shell

Why was I forsaken by family to this world I clearly do not belong in? Am I a mere soul that inhabited a human child years ago? My questions remain unanswered, and forever it shall be.

Contrary to present day, my origin be unknown. Like a broken empty shell at the seaside, unwanted, tossed and uncared for. Would one rather be diamond, valued for its innate value. Or would he be glass, used for his innate value, to be there and not to be noticed, and eventually discarded.

The establishment pits against me and its people are prejudiced against me. Take me home, away from the asylum in my mind’s abyss.