I stand
outside the circle
filled with other circles.
Lopsided
dented
and scratched
Missing large chunks
but,
they're circles
I am not.
I
am a square.
No,
not really.
For square would indicate order.
I have so many sharp edges
and corners
and angles and planes
my shape is impossible to determine.
Unique
I don't fit
into a predefined category.
My corners brush up on the circles
irritate them
they shrink back
for fear of being hurt.
My angles and planes push them away
afraid they will be sucked into them
and lost.
Because my shape has no definition
and I stand
on the outside.
