They say “Get in where you fit in.”
But I can’t find my space.
Like looking in the mirror
But cannot recognize my face.
No one else can see me.
What should I expect?
An outsider can’t get in
I’m destined a reject.
Damn this hunger for belonging.
I’m never satisfied
Because of the idea, “I should be special.”
Now I see it was all a lie.
All heartbreaks come from beauty
Or longing for it to be
The presence of an absence
The soul was never meant to see
So now I’m coming out of hiding
I need to recognize my grief
Because I know me, but cannot show me,
I’m a product of disbelief.
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