Mismatched

The world is perfect – That’s what everyone says. The world has no faults – That’s what everyone says. “Everyone belongs; Everyone fits in. There will be no mismatched piece.” That’s what everyone says, that’s what everyone believes. Everyone except me. I am not perfect; I have an infinite number of faults. I don’t belong; I don’t fit in. I am the mismatched piece. Always on the fringe, never able to join in on the big picture; Always on the outside looking in. Still, “Everyone belongs; Everyone fits in. There will be no mismatched piece.” is what everyone continues to say, And that’s what everyone believes. Everyone except me. No one notices, but I guess that’s because I’m always on the outside looking in. Notes: This just came to me when I was thinking about the topic "propaganda" and I literally just penned this down in about 5-10 minutes. Sometimes I get on a high and this just happens. Same thing for my first submission, "Acceptance". I was so groggy at 6.50 in the morning but I had to write something out for some random Literature thingamajig and hence ensued the birth of "Acceptance". :)