Trapped

Bukowski once said,
‘Some loose all mind and become soul: insane’
Tis’ how I tend to feel
As if I were a ghost floating through time
Trapped, watching everyone else live,
While I sit by, wanting to escape and scream
 

‘Some loose all soul and become mind: intellectual’
I’ve been through so much, seen so much, done so much
Maybe I’ve just lost my soul in the process
These names they call me,
The thing they say about me,
It just sticks in my head
And again I want to scream
 

‘Some loose both and become: accepted’
When is my acceptance?
Will I ever be accepted?
The true question is,
Should you wait for others to accept you or just accept yourself?