THIRTEEN REASONS WHY I WILL NEVER ‘FIT’

Today I am wearing

My battle scars

Accumulated over years

Spent behind imaginary bars

ONE. Society and me don’t fit

Like a child trying to stuff

A triangle into a square

Eventually giving up and finding it too tough

TWO. My angles are too angular

Not enough fat on my bones

But, fat is also a bad thing

For it’ll weigh me down like stones

THREE. I run too fast

Too quick to judge

But, I should have seen it coming

If my brain wasn’t sludge

FOUR. I box myself in

Don’t come out of my room

But, if I talk too much

I’ll just be another one they consume

FIVE. My imagination bursts too dramatically

Out of my seams

But, my words are too bland

Not enough to carry my dreams

SIX. My curiosity, like the cat

Will eventually get me killed

But, I’m simply too simple

And will never be skilled

SEVEN. I’m smart for my age

Might even get a scholarship or two

But, what’s the point in studying

If I don’t share the same point of view

EIGHT. I feel too many emotions

Opening up to anyone willing to listen

But, my muscles don’t work hard enough

Sweat the only thing that will glisten

NINE. My tears stream too freely

Fragile enough to be swept up in the wind

But, my blood flows too viscous

In urgent need to be thinned

TEN. I can’t seem to sit still enough

Can’t resist the urge to fidget

But, I’ll never be able to raise my voice

I’m just another midget

ELEVEN. I talk a little too quickly

A disoriented mumbling mess

But, when my words do make sense

They often don’t impress

TWELVE. I don’t make friends quickly

I haven’t learned to trust

But, when I can finally accept another

They find a way to leave behind only their dust

THIRTEEN. I’ve realized that I’ve had enough

I can’t live in this world of contradictions

That’s why I given up

Not bound by any restrictions