Man, man doesn't meet me where I'm at
I'm an ugly duckling
but definitely not a swan

I look around at all the bluffing faces
and I don't even trust the one in the mirror
His gait straight, his words soothing
his posture inviting, his smile inspiring
yet the eyes
both deep with pain and erratic with fear
both exhausted and terrified of the next step
yet the powerful play goes on
and every experience wears and ter's
every meeting just another person added to the lists of:

I'm not like them
I don't fit in
They're nice, but...
I just wish someone got me






I'm alone