Lone Poem by Marilyn White

Dark rooms and attitudes
With people with out souls
That think they know what is best
But really don’t because where
Are so different because for I one
I do have some kind of a soul
All though it may not be what
You call a perfect match
Because my pieces don’t add up
But I am just fine with all that
I see my sun at the end of the storm
I know my way home from
Just about anywhere I go
I kind of have to because I am not
Really welcomed anywhere
I always seem to say something that
I really shouldn’t but I can’t
Seem, to keep my mouth shut
That it one thing I never learned that
Maybe why I sit alone today