Outlier
I have known for many years now,
Just how different I truly am.
And like a square peg to a round hole...
A forced union caused quite a jam.
So while conforming was often tested,
Results were seldom a true success.
While the solitude grew more apparent,
As others played checkers, I chose chess.
A delicate union is seen to struggle,
Between oneself and those around.
Whereas time holds the final judgement,
Whether given or kept underground.
Our very nature, requires interaction,
Yet it's the volume that questions sanity.
Where too much or too little in all this ...
Creates an independent reality.
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