From the Poetry book "Kiss Me or Kill Me: Set Me Free", By Amargeaux Rai
When will I fit in?
When will I begin to feel
Like I'm in accordance
With the rest of the world?
Always seemingly one step behind,
Never to find my own rhythm
Oh God, where do I begin?
The constant feeling
That the universe
Is keeping me in the dark
Always the fare, but no vehicle
Always the vehicle, but no fare
Never knowing where I'll end up next
Never resting in a spot that fits.
Feeling like I'm wired to fail.
Oh, where do I begin?
Where do I begin?
Where do I begin to make this end?