Scorn and Rage!

I’m sharing love with many. This love has plenty of my soul to feed off as it grows with each whim. Each breathe I take breathes life into this diseased feeling that can neither wither nor grow for its form is not to be extended not in this world. This world is not mine for I am not an entity from it. Curses me for that may be why I do not understand the customs of heartfelt moments people do go through. I do not see why love is of need. Why hate is nothing but pure greed, which people use to feed their unworthy lives. I force all my anger for it needs to be released into the wild. A calming bird I once were, but only when I was a child. No more am I such an innocent flame but a blaze which can never be tamed. I spiral thought with head held high as if I where an angel that has fallen from the sky. I spread my joy but my mind does not understand why. I can not be seen as an out cast of undesired want but I am seen as though I am all but needed to flaunt. I seem to have no path originally picked so my own was created by my hands and yet I know I have a destiny. How can I get to it? I question my every move wanting more from this land. This world where I am stranded and have no home I do ask for its grief. My love, my hate, my fear, my hurt, my pain all fragments of my desire. What do all of it mean why am I fated not to have the answers I need? Where should I turn to for my what is needed to be free?