Try as I might,
I never fit in.
A pencil lost in a box of pens,
A grain of sand in the ocean.
The laugh of a crying child,
The drawn breath in fear.
Lost in a sea of people who are like me,
Alone in a world that looks like mine.
But they aren't me.
They aren't hideous,
They aren't revolting,
Aren't terrifyingly broken.
This world isn't mine.
My world is dirty and trashed.
This one is not.
My world is filled with sadness and gloom.
This one is not.
