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?
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