I Don’t Belong Here

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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.