Same old pain

I've never been at home in this world to begin with.
I've been too good for this world all this time.
Let those dogs enjoy their dog company.
They obviously cant tell a gem when they see one.
Their sad lifes, full of regret and pipedreams.
Unable to break out of this circle of ever repeating same pain.
It's why I feel we are similar but in the end we never were.
Them, in despair of their search for me.
Myself, knowing in a place like this, a gem will never be at home.
They overestimate their worth and I put my own too low.
Thinking it's such a lonely life to stand above all others.
But the dogs stay dogs and a God will never be less than a king.
Life's like that.
A world filled with trash.
And people make it their life to find a gem within all this trash.
Something that lifts their spirit and makes them feel better.
Something that had all the painful efforts before been worth it.
But what to do if you are the highest gem?
Knowing what it means to be a gem.
Knowing the loneliness and stress.
While at the same time only feeling despair in face of the heaps of trash.
Aware that no gem would ever endure such torture to survive within.
They claim gems are made from pressure.
But it's wrong.
They just cannot stand the view around.
And so can't I.
They say it all will be worth it in the end.
And that all your dreams will come true.
But if only you knew, the pain of a gem.
Crystal tears every night, in ones sleep.
Being misunderstood as just another dog.
When one's mind is nothing like that.
I'm tired.
And I just woke up.
But I'm tired.
Let me rest.
Under the grim reapers watch.
You feel the cold breath of his in your neck.
Never losing that sensation.
You aren't afraid but hopeful for the end.
Like a books not meant to go on forever.
You dream of your end.
You need no happy end.
You just want it to stop.
Stop being a pain on every day.
They claim life's what you make of it.
But if one's standart is heaven how can earth ever compare?
You pray for your end, knowing it wont come for you.
Rather the grim reaper teases you.
Allowing everyone's end but your own.
A gem is lonely.
That makes it precious.
But for a gem, existence is torture.
They create human rights to make dogs leash themselfs and act like decent creatures.
But for the most supreme human rights are the same as being stripped of their rights.
You call a God human, since you wish for them to be near.
So that you can dream of being one yourself.
You want to enter heaven and try to appeal.
Improving yourself to be more like him.
Breaking and bending to be someone loved.
But even the best of you can never be mistaken for a gem.
So much that I rather stay alone and secluded.
The attention of trash is nothing to bask in.