I Don’t Belong Here
I only know how
to be one
kind of person
here, muffled
and unsure,
an outsider.
Too mysterious
to hide in the shadows
but too afraid
to speak up.
My core is too
left
but the crowd
sways
far right.
I don’t belong
here, in a
space that
suffocates everything
I am.
I don’t want to sit
quietly in
conversation,
biting my tongue
till it bleeds.
I don’t want to constantly
disagree
with everyone
around me.
For once,
I want to be surrounded
by men who have
emotions, who aren’t
afraid to write poetry
or cry during a movie.
Who don’t give a shit
about looking ‘weak’,
or bathe in toxic
masculinity.
I want to breathe
more freely, suffocation
won’t be a part of the
equation.
There will be space
for me to blossom
and bloom
to light up the
whole fuckin’ room.
And for once,
I will feel like I
belong,
like lyrics in a perfectly
articulated song.
No more
them always right
and me
always wrong.
It sounds like
Heaven
while here
feels like Hell.
Solid…
full of life,
I want to be more than just
an empty shell
that crumbles
under pressure,
light as a feather,
not always under the weather.
Free
Free
Free me.