I don't seem to fit in,
I'm like bent spoon in your silverware drawer.
Or the tallest flower in your garden.
Or the one sock you just can't find the match too.

Or the leftover pancake that no body wants.
Or the pencil that's it's in the bottom of your locker.
I'm the book no one wants too read.
I've always been this way
I just simply don't fit in.

(k.l)