places (world) i do not belong to.
i have never been one in the crowd,
never belonged,
never been the one.
i have looked at people with green eyes,
tried to walk with unwavering vision.
the charming smiles and perfect words were never mine,
nor the doting looks.
the eyes full of love and affection they got
never belonged to me—
my belonging was a feeling i felt always:
a feeling of not belonging.
the others: wore perfect smiles,
their reputation at its lowest,
with silent squabbles and overwhelming emotions.
i found myself in a maze without an exit.
my angel and godmother helped me out,
assured me i was not like them,
that i was a diamond on a dusty library shelf;
i did not belong there too,
but i clung to the mess
unknowingly like a parasite,
not the beautiful flower veil on the pillar of my house.
seven and ten years
of getting dragged to places where i do not belong.
