December 20, 2013 by Roe
I’m 23 years old and sometimes I still get that feeling I don’t fit in.
There’s an awkwardness that accompanies me everywhere I go.
An uncertain hesitation that constantly occupies my mind.
Some days it’s easier to sweep under the rug.
I think belonging and acceptance are quintessential to life
because think about the times when humans roamed the Earth as nomads;
We were part of clans, tribes, families. We traveled, laughed, cried, suffered, and died together.
We were part of a community that aided our physical and mental selves.
It’s a different type of loneliness that I could probably cry in the dark to.
There’s always two sides to every coin,
three sides to every story,
and an infinite number of feelings that get so easily trampled on by the slightest movement.
A moving rainbow swirling in and out. A spiral.
The “cool” factor so convincingly persuades me that high school never ended. It’s still ongoing:
There’s an in-crowd to every clique, to every clique a flag
waved in your face – A reminder you don’t belong.
With all our resources tapped out,
when we stand in the dark naked
staring ourselves down in the mirror,
trying to reach out and touch our own soul,
who are you then?
That’s what I’m trying to figure out.