| The Piece that Won't Fit |
| After searching for so long, I now know who I am. It's not enough, though: Where do I fit in? I've looked the whole world through For someplace to belong, But no matter where or who I turn to, I always find I've chosen wrong. Like a piece from a puzzle That just won't fit, I'm always left out--or smashed into bits. I've heard that everyone Has some place they should go, But not me, it seems; I always end up out in the snow. At first, I'm welcomed in And I think I'm with those accepting, And when I think it's safe to be me, I find it's never what I've been expecting. Is it my fault? I wonder out loud, Or is it everyone else's, That I'm not good in a crowd? If I'm doing something wrong, Why won't people say? I want to fit, I want to get well, But I don't know the way. I speak sweetly and then I scream, I want so much to be heard!, Instead of shut out, Like an unwanted bird. But it seems my cries Have always fell on deaf ears, Or maybe I'm mute? I muse through my tears. Whatever the reason, I must be destined to be outcast, I don't like it at all, But this is my answer at last. |
| �SaraSue Crawford March 18, 2004 |