This I understand all too well here.

I will never fit in.

I will never understand them the way they understand each other, and they struggle to understand me.

I am an outsider, an observer.

Screaming the truth out to them, and they hear it, and see it, and know of it, but they continue on with whatever excuse or justification they have. I don't know how to reach them.

Is my light bright enough?

I am brushed off.

I diminish.

I am alone here, but I am not alone.

I know how those missionaries in the wilds of Africa and the Amazon must feel.

Cut off.

But connected.