The Land of Poems

Out of place

There are many feelings
Even some that you don't know exist
But for me, my feeling is very clear

It's not regret or fear
It's not happiness or sadness
It's a mixture of all
For this feeling has me rolling around like a ball

Like a ball rolling down a steep hill
That has no ending, it just goes on and on
And I just want that rolling ball to come to a halt

This feeling has made me many things
And I struggle to find who's hiding beneath the pile of lies

I am a paper pin in a haystack of needles
I am a rose in a forest full of daisies
I am the North Star, the one that stands out most of all

I am a question mark in a paragraph containing only full stops
I am me
I thought I was ordinary, common
Just a person that went with the rhythm
And had an easy time fitting in

Just a regular person
But one thing is for sure
This isn't me being paranoid or just a random feeling because out of all the books on the shelf I'm the one who doesn't fit the genre
I'm different, I'm out of place and even by looking at me you knew my fate