[final End] Comments

The poem may be depressing, but is very witty like the rest of your poems. Especially when you feel out of place everywhere except in death. But I think it's worthy to note that no one will ever fit any puzzle perfectly, because this world is always in turmoil changing and shifting. And society is elusive as much the life of joy you speak of, so don't mind if society or life itself is having difficulty accepting you. You've never really seen either or them now, have you?