Misfit

 It's like an ocean of acid
a goblet of poison given with gusto.
Walking the edge of the knife
as it cuts your feet.

This waking nightmare
of being the circle in squares
and finding a dodecahedron
that matches so well
but is still rough around the edges.

I can accept the differences
but it's getting kind of crowded;
Like the the black man in the Klansman's bar.
I know who I am
but I'm not welcome anywhere.

What I wouldn't give
Where I wouldn't go (if I could)
What period in history that I might have been lost to today.
How I wouldn't change myself for the greater good
while still keeping who I can't help but be....
Who I wouldn't be
To be accepted.