I’m still a child
playing a game
of musical chairs.
I’m just trying to
find a seat with
everyone else.
I’m still going
around and around
and around again,
searching for my
chance to fit in.
but every time
that I think
I’ve finally
found it,
as soon as
I go to sit down,
life pulls the chair
out from under me.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
I’m still a child
playing a game
of musical chairs.
I’m just trying to
find a seat with
everyone else.
I’m still going
around and around
and around again,
searching for my
chance to fit in.
but every time
that I think
I’ve finally
found it,
as soon as
I go to sit down,
life pulls the chair
out from under me.
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