Between the cracks

November 30, 2014

Floating around
From one group to the next
Never really fitting in
Too smart, too dumb
Too conservative, too artistic
Too innocent, too experienced
Too verbose, too quiet
Too happy , too sad
Unsure what to do
Unsure what to change
The clothes, the face
The endless emotion
The ebbs of apathy
The troughs of remorse
No matter which
I still don’t fit
Like OJ’s glove
I set them free
And in the end
I don’t know me


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