Treasure Island

Michael McParland

Can I Belong?

Where can I belong?
In a world that's gone so wrong.
I'm lost and scared.
Quite ill prepared.
The cold out there with a rigid stare.
How does one farewell?

The inner strength I hide.
Even from my very eyes.
Out there I feel so despised.
With every step I reprise.
The delicate game of my guise.
Putting up a show of lies.
Of a man whose brave and never cries.
Who doesn't even recognize.
The disgusted looks and hate implied.

God knows that I have tried.
To get along and do no wrong.
I've sometimes stumbled along the way.
Selfishly thinking in a daze.
I hope to find a place to fit.
Where the colors are bright and words don't cut with evil wit.
All I needs a little space.
Where friends are true, and think I'm really cool.
They'll not see me as just a tool.
Where can I go to find this group?
I don't know I've seen them all.
It is no use.
It's no longer worth the abuse.

How much longer can I search?
When inside it really hurts.
All I wants a place to belong.
Is needing that so very wrong?
I guess I'll go for a little more.
Hoping soon that I'll score.
Until then I'll keep the chore.
Knowing that there must be more.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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