Sometimes You Just Don'T Belong

Sometimes you just don’t belong I chose to be me and found out just how hard it is Kicking pebbles to the curb, watching daydreams shattered when the impact of truth becomes a mirror I’d just rather break (who needs luck anyway) Hands in my pockets, clinking loose change (as if change matters) as simple gestures are torn and tossed, paper mosaics on a dust particle breeze when someone flips me a dove ~ My heart sat open, no line, no waiting, empty as a candy shop after Halloween That little bell above the door rang, you walked in, smiling…at me? Dirty apron and all, milk chocolate drippings and sugar sweet became you ~ When I see another, a friend…yours or mine? Danger Will Robinson, flailing metallic arms, blinking colored lights in pinball fashion collect in the corners of my eyes As I say under my breath, “that is not my name” Lonely streets of crowded stares, pointing fingers at hardware store signs Naked in the freezing cold, sweating beads of Mardi Gras dreams Facing a vagrant wearing a t-shirt that reads “Sometimes you just don’t belong” which I understand but politely ignore