H/T Citizen Tom
i’ve never felt quite right
wrapped in confusion at the
perceived motivations around me
never really a direction
but displacement from the things
and the ways in which
i found myself incapable of
fitting into the mold
at times like a goldilocks
trying this and trying that
one thing to the next and
back again, nothing fit, no
comfort beyond the temporary
consumption of what they say
what i need, what i should do
and how i should be
again and again lumping myself
into the space they carved out
for me, cutting away the
frowned upon pieces, chunk
by pathetic chunk, but it was never
enough, for the space always
seemed to morph tighter and tighter
with each small death and
the constraining, choking of words
that no one seemed to understand
and it’s true, they’ve broken me
more than once, but it was never
enough, not for them…
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