Very Embitter

Fitting in isn't like me at all Faking hand gestures School girl laughs Fragranced by the imortality of high school dreams Sometimes life handed me a wilted flower Made me nurse it back to health with impossibility I just watched it die Like, have you ever seen a plane you knew was gonna crash But you still stood and witnessed the tragedy It's not as if we could save the passengers Yet we could have radioed for help Puzzled like jig-saw, A missing piece of contemptness Solidarity, of the heart but where is it? Snatched out held in the open, Thumping like a drum Ceremonial initiating womanhood But that would be in a tribe Like I said before, fitting in isn't like me That would force my personality to conform To that of a crowd, or that of a lie