Billions of Possibilities
...but only one is 'good enough'
The world is the judge, and I am on trial
Faking it through, praying for survival.
Have they caught me? Can they see?
Because I am not what they think I should be.
Big where I should be small,
Small where they demand more,
Too weak in places I should be strong,
Far behind in the 'getting even' score.
There’s no real place for me;
I’m just the wrong design.
A quarter trying to slide into
A slot meant for a dime.
I see the mold I need to fit
They tell me how to get to it
I soak it up, I take it in
Can’t be stuck in my own skin.
Rip, remove, contort, cut,
Shave, reshape, cover, bleed-
Until all that’s left is
Scars, a shadow, and the memory of “me”.
Still don’t fit,
Must be flawed
Billions of combos possible:
Shape, size, color, temperament,
How many are acceptable?
Only one, and I just can’t.
About the Creator
Hey all! I am a recent graduate from BYU in Provo with a masters in PE. I have a passion for the outdoors, physical activity, sports, and health, but I also love writing! I love my husband, parents, and all eleven of my siblings!
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