The Incrowd
I find it quite clear
A circle connected
Inside of the square
For those neglected
My ends form points
To pop their bubble
My different joints
Corrupt the puzzle
Perhaps I could hone
And smooth my grooves
Becoming a clone
With corners smooth
Is it worth the fight
Just to fit in
To be just alike
My every friend
Or better still
Would it be unjust
Letting go of what's real
Giving in to lust
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2016
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