Out Of Place Poem by Anthony Marsden

I sit beside the window staring at the sky,
Thinking to myself, oh god why oh why oh why.
Is it because I am different? or;
Is it because I am unique?
But sometimes I get the feeling,
Some people think I'm a freak.
I often tell myself that I don't care,
As is very often, nobody is ever there.

I sit beside the window, sometimes all day long
Thinking and wondering to myself, where has my happiness gone?
Is it buried beneath the earth?
Or is it that I have to prove my worth?
All these questions running through my mind
To answers I am prepared to climb.
As I am tired of plodding through life,
All i want is some direction instead of this constant strife.
So send me a sign, send me an answer
Make me happy and stop life's cancer.