Not Here

Like a giggle at a funeral
A robber at a banquet
I am out of place 
Like a pimple on your perfect face

A fine dress at the market
A solitary rose in grass
I stick out from the crowd 
A small crack in pristine glass

Like the last leaf of a bare tree
Like gray in a rainbow 
I just don't belong here
Like a smile in a puddle of woe
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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