Happenstance fuck you for a moment
I’m trying to have a serious conversation here
Life is hard
We make it harder on eachother
One second you feel safe somewhere and the next you don’t anymore
When I feel emotions
Sometimes it feels like I’m exploding from the inside
But things like being safe
They slip away so easily
Just like that you’re just someone on the outside of it
Reduced to nothing and no one again
I’m rarely a first priority
But the ease with which I slip out of spaces has always broken my own heart
The difference between belong and don’t belong
It’s so easily traversed
I don’t want to be the person they want me to be
And I am nothing again
I wonder what it feels like to be right?
What it feels like to fit in?
Maybe they do understand
Maybe that laugh was understanding and not derision
Different from everyone else
Just kind of came into existence
I wonder why we’re here
Does anyone else listen for you?
Seek your touch?
Sometimes I feel like my existence is an insistance on others
I do not feel I fit in here even with my rage and my disappointment
How could a god’s child ever find themselves here?
Not good enough
Not hard enough
Where to fit?
I feel unknown
And like it will always be that way
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