Dark place 

No pieces to fit 

Thinking am I good enough 

Who shall I be 

Either too big or too small 

Only odd one of them all 

Odd meaning being different 

Being different meaning odd

Do you know how it feels to be an odd ball

Not knowing if you’re wanted 

Not knowing if you’re safe 

Wanting to be in their presence 

Wanting being around them to be your safe place 

Knowing your still in love 

Is what hurts the most 

Knowing you’ll still be there 

Even if they were going from coast to coast

Stop .... One ..... Two ..... Three

Moved to another board 

Where pieces fit 

Not too big not too small 

Just right for me 

Now I know who shall I be 


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