The problem

The problem with my life was that the mental treatment that was given to me when I was a teenager seperated my from all of my friends and placed me into a substitute environment of mainly totally straight dead square army and navy type people. I was marooned from all the normal type of hippy musical people I would have normally spent time with. The treatment isolated me from my own kind completely. Only now after over 30 years am I very tentatively summing up the courage to get to know my own sort of people again. It is scary and it is risky. After 30 years of isolated brainwashing they obviously see me as one of the enemy. One of the people I was brainwashed into mixing with. But I can only hope and pray that over time they will learn to accept me for what I really am and always was. The guy that got left behind.