In-Out the Box

I realized I never fit in anywhere Like forcing a round peg into a square hole Even when I'm with people who are like me I still stand out Like I'm standing on a stage surrounded by people But the spotlight is only on me Am I made to always be on the outside of the box? Being on the other side of the looking glass Every one else's view is intact But my side of the glass is cracked I'm wishing to see the same view everyone else sees But that's not in the cards for me Is it? A question mark in a world filled with exclamation points Running through life waiting to get to that full stop Period. Only to run into a bunch of comma's Run on sentences. Weird isn't it? How my mind works Calling myself a concept instead of human But am I human? Do I fit in with other members of society? Will I ever? Can I ever belong?