Master, Thine Help I Need

Master to thee I submit myself again

To give me your wisdom, relieve me of my pain

I live in a foreign city, the people are strange

And try as I might, this fact does not change

We are too different, them and I

In different realms we exist, but together we die

I tried my best, master, I really did

I tried my weirdest habits from them to keep hid

I tried to be civil and a "normal" man

I tried being nice, mingled with the clan

But one moment of honesty, the one time I stumbled

Down all my months of hard work tumbled

They pushed me with their questions to tell them my thought

But when they heard it, they lay there, distraught

I saw them realize it, before my own eyes

I was never, nor will ever be, "One of the guys"

I promise I tried master, I did not push them hard

I kept a certain distance lest them I leave scarred

I suppressed every impulse I had

I passed off as a man only half mad

But it was bound to happen, my efforts were futile

I possessed not either craft or guile

As it is said by the Christian priests

I spoke once today, now I must forever hold my peace

One Nietzschean line was all it took to sway

A whole group of "friends" forever away

I am left now with a choice, one I can ill afford

To give up my friends, or to give up my God

I cannot give God up, so my friends must go

The solution to my problems, Nietzsche will know

I turn back to him again as I did in the beginning

His world I enter desolate but I always leave grinning

He champions my thinking, as his and mine are one

I cannot halt now what he had bravely begun

I must push on, harder than ever and faster
But for that I need your help, Master.