You know you have no place among them.
They fit and form a breathtaking picture
like pieces of a puzzle.
Your edges are odd as they've always been.
But you aren’t a part of that picture
you can’t be a part of that picture.
Your edges are odd, you don’t fit.
There are so many people
there are so many pictures.
Your edges are odd and that's not required.
They don’t need or want your presence
maybe they aren't even aware of it.
Your edges are odd, it's not a blessing.
Too abstract, too fluid
the textbook definition of "nuisance".
You know you have no place among them.