Finding My Place
What It Means to Be Me, Even I Don't Know
Even when I’m with my people, I feel out of place.
Even within myself, I feel out of place.
When I feel something, I feel it too much.
When I want someone, I long for their touch.
I have fallen in love with falling in love
And the wonders that romance is full of.
And I fixate on the things that bring me joy,
Whether games, friends, music, or toys.
I obsess and become absorbed for only so long
Before everything grows dull and just feels wrong.
Can anything keep my attention and fill the void?
Will I be happy when my life is destroyed?
I don’t know how I can learn to exist with myself.
Take aspects of my personality, put them on the shelf.
Hope they never come out; they never see the light.
I can’t live like this; I know it’s not right.
Do I belong anywhere? Do I have a place?
Or should I fade away without leaving a trace?
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EJ Baumgardner
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