Do I Fit?
I look fondly upon our society that embraces individuality
How we love to be recognized as weird, strange, and uncommon...
But I think for a moment, amid all the incongruity and difference
There is similarity, common ground
But where I am found there is none
In a school that is visually represented by a mix of interlinking clicks
Where do I fit? And do I fit?
A misfit among misfits
Even in the places where I find myself closest
I'm still so far away...
Still alone anyway
Not a soul today that mixes in so closely with mine
And so I feel most defined
Most obvious and yet least noticed
The Blackest dot on a gray page
As I've aged, no change
Still just a specter floating between spaces
Seeing faces
But still recognized by none
And while you might poke fun
At this ideal that I may think myself to be alone
Can at least see what's been shown
To whom am I most known?
Has anyone ever known me at all?
Am I even something to be known?
Or am I so empty that there is nothing to know?
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