In the wild jungle,
Everyone has their place.
Some **** the littler ones,
The ones that take up space.

Can't keep myself from confusion,
I just want a place.
Before I am devoured,
And my family sings their grace.

Why are all the others,
So happy and amused.
What am I doing wrong?
What's this subterfuge?

Can't find my spot,
On the assembly line.
Following all my friends,
Wasting my own time.

Everyone's got something,
Something for their own.
What's my something?
Why am I just skin and bone?

My own mind is against me,
Picked the other side.
Wants to dismember me,
Begs for me to cry.

Can't show my emotions,
They are locked in side.
Never ending storms of sorrow,
With no hope of changing tide.

Why are all the others,
So happy and amused.
What am I doing wrong?
What's this subterfuge?

My outer shell,
Is having a blast.
While the ammo inside,
Explosive power relapse.

Where is my spot?
Just give me the job,
Master, pet, slave, manic, musician, ******, loud, quite, bi polar, poet, lover, nobody,
Where do I belong!?