Some Days

I am an afterthought. I am a blue shirt in a sea of red. I am the off-center tire that makes the bicycle wobble. I am my own shadow. I am the couch left out in the rain. I am the left shoe on the right foot. I am the invisible one at the table. I am the poet while others watch football. I am the missing puzzle piece. I am the fifth wheel. I am a swimmer against the tide. I am the square peg that doesn’t fit in the round hole. I am the lost child. I am the grown-up who has disappeared. I am alone in a crowd. I am the oddball out in the land of what passes as normal.