Where I Fit
So many faces
But who do I really know?
Which really know me?
A shadow looming over my heart
Thoughts I can't share,
Some won't understand,
Some would misuse.
Only the rare stay with you
A longing to be no longer one.
For someone to understand,
To feel and think.
Someone with a similar mind.
Questions that remain unanswered.
Faith strengthens but is weak.
A sensation of something out of place.
Saying you don't belong.
Many smiles all around,
You wonder if they are masks.
a selfish revelation occurs.
You are wearing a smile too.
Your heart feels like a castle.
Well protected from emotion,
Your mind has barricades,
But questions still lay dormant.
An alien tree amount the natives.
You look like them, grow like them,
Eat like them, yet...
You will always be different.
A yearning for someone you don't know,
For a conversation in your dreams.
Wanting to open the castle gates,
Break barricades, but never reaching it.
You believe in reasons for everything,
That there are rules to life.
Yet it is unlimited.
Some questions simply don't have answers.
Everyone is incomplete.
Everyone lacks something.
That's what your other half is for,
To understand what others can't.
For now I am a stranger.
Wandering around and smiling.
Being happy I am an alien,
Enjoying that I don't fit in.
Until the day,
Makes me feel
Like I do fit.
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