Never Ending Hell

I feel as if I have lived before,
Such an old soul inside this young body.
I can't conform, be like the rest,
Living in materialistic gaudy.

I walk into a room full of people,
And alone is where I'd rather be.
I can't talk to anyone,
No, they don't understand me.

"No one thinks like you do,"
A phrase I hear to often.
"You're not like everyone else,"
Since when did this become a problem.

I've often dreamt of an old life,
Where I fit they mold,
But here I am young,
And my heart and soul are to old.

I must have disobeyed,
To be trapped in this hell.
Never to die,
In a reincarnation spell.

I will never have a peaceful sleep,
I'm doomed to live again.
In a ever changing world,
My only friend...my pen.

Will this ever end?