Transforming Poetry

Imposter

These people aren't my family,
Yet here I am with them,
Talking, laughing, spending time,
Pretending that I'm feeling fine
So they wont think I'm strange.

I feel odd and unimportant,
Not worth a second thought
Pretending to belong with these,
People that I cannot please,
Though they pretend I do.

I know that I care about them,
Each one with their own traits,
But what right do I have to love,
These people who are not my blood,
I feel as though it's fake.

See, They all have things in common,
Joined together simply,
And I am just the odd one out,
The add on they can do without,
The one who won't belong.

They speak of many years ago,
Of memories they share,
A time before I knew them all,
Tell stories that they think enthrall,
But leave me hurt and bare.

I feel lonely in their presence,
Though there are so many,
The pain I feel inside my heart,
Knowing I cannot be a part,
Cuts me up, deep within.

In this family of artists,
I know I don't belong,
These singers, and musicians too,
Of men and woman all of who,
Are clever and advanced.

I always feel so in the way,
Intruding all the time,
Like a strange uninvited guest,
Or even just a household pest,
They feel they must be nice.

I don't belong with the sisters,
Beautiful, funny, smart,
Or even the brothers inlaw,
Smart and excellent without flaws,
Just like the rest of them.

They welcome me oh so kindly,
And ask me what I want,
All I want is to be a part,
Of your families work of art,
But I know that I can't.

I dont have the right to love or,
The right to laugh and smile,
It all just feels so badly wrong,
And I quite simply dont belong,
So how can I pretend?

I do not deserve to be here,
I don't think I can cope,
With this suffocating kindness,
Drowning silently in madness,
Like I'm an imposter.