The Outsider

I am an outsider, I am an outsider given the view of an unknown world strange and hostile to me. A wolf in sheep's clothes or really a sheep in wolf's clothes. unable to really blend in and act as a shadow on the wall, little slip ups give my falseness away quickly fixed by my startled fearfulness to keep myself as normal to them as I can or suffer a painful death by their vengeful hands. I am an outsider, I am an outsider a fool, a freak, an outcast, a demon in their eyes, those that see my falseness stare at me their eyes cold and hard. They stare at me wonder whether to attack or not, their leader still blinded by my act lets me be. Her followers can sense it but are unsure. I sit here wondering how long I could keep this losing game of chess up and how long before they say "check"