United States
42° 22' 10.3548" N, 71° 1' 12.2196" W

You'll never fit in;
You'll never be one of us.
Put your hand down,
You're not that smart.
You confuse the senses --
Your exterior hard; your skin soft.
Your face harsh; your voice smooth.
What the hell are you?

I am nothing.
A mind that knows too much;
A heart that can't care enough.
A pair of busted and cracked converses,
Ready for more abuse.
A worn necklace with loose strings,
Providing life.
A boy --
A girl --
A confusion.
Black frames of the scrutinous eyes;
Small mouth of the biggest words.
A soul exceeding the heat of the sun;
A body providing new stories each passing year.

What the hell am I?
I am everything.


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