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a unique freak needs a unique clique.

My least favorite feeling,

I now feel all the time;

it has me, nightly, kneeling,

God, I need a place that's mine.

Everywhere I go these days,

I feel out of place; I don't belong.

I've tried living multiple ways,

but everything feels so wrong.

I've tried on different hats,

tried being a different person,

but on all these different tracks,

this feeling only worsens.

No one I know puts me at ease;

no one out there understands;

no one out there disagrees

that I must make my own plans.

If I feel so **** out of place,

then it seems to me I must seek out

my own comfortable space

and find exactly what I'm about.

I keep hoping that I'll fit in,

but that's impossible for me;

I'm unique in my own skin

so a unique place, I'll need to be.

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Written by
sarah-gammon
Canadian
Published
Dec 19, 2014
Lines·Words
24·143
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Copyright Sarah Gammon 2014

Tags
#alone#misunderstood#change#struggle#independant#adjusting
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