Out of place.
An unfamiliar face,
standing there in a quiet space
knowing I'm fully welcomed
but not feeling like it at all.
Out of place.
The weird one in the race,
running at some odd pace
feeling so different for being who I am.
And I'm null.
I simply don't fit at the moment,
so I just tag along lost like a stray animal.
Out of place.
A feeling of disgrace
as I stand and feel I should change my shape
to become what the others are,
so that I can enter a conversation,
instead of just listening,
and hoping that they'll remember I'm here.
Out of place.
Simply feeling all the time that everyone would be happier if I went somewhere else but not having anywhere else to go.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
