Where do I belong?
I look at myself in the mirror.
All my edges don't fit with theirs.
Where do I belong?
They're all pastels and I'm monotone.
I don't blend in with their palette.
Where do I belong?
I ask ask this myself over and over as I look around the crowd of unique heartbeats.
The question is: Will we ever belong?
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
