“What is wrong”,
you ask me as if there is something I can say
that will encapsulate the pain inside,
but not entrap you in a conversation.
Is your concern about my state of mind,
or am I not reflecting the vision of your imagination?
Sometimes I forget the difference
between the mask I wear
and the face I hide,
so please accept my humble apology.
The truth is,
I have felt a little off
for longer than I can remember.
No matter what I do,
feels like I’m always slightly left of center.
Sometimes confusion simply rules my mind,
and I forget who I’m supposed to be.
Did I laugh to little,
did I smile just right,
or did I hold your gaze too long?
I assure you I am not here to fight,
I hold no urge to argue,
my only wish is to belong.
But I am a round peg
and that is a square hole
the two conjoined are not meant to be.
Been searching for home for so very long,
I feel no closer than when I began.