What I am searching for,
They already have.
There are no vacancies here.
Yet, I am always coming up empty.
I like to write about how society tries to force us all into one box and how we should fight that with everything we have.
But, I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t sitting here trying to claw my way in.
I’m crumpling up papers and tossing them on the floor.
I’m erasing but the smudges won’t clean.
Nothing ever adds up correctly for me.
I’m always just a little off.
A perpetual A- in a world full of A’s.
Maybe I believe in the box that holds us all back,
But that doesn’t mean that I’m not also desperate to get into it.