I don't fit in,
Like a puzzle piece out on the wrong end,
I try to force myself into groups that I'm not comfortable in.

In school I tried the writing groups,
Where words were to set us free from the burdens left inside.

I tried journalism,
Studied the fact of how everyone hated what one had to say.
I sat there in the corner of the room,
All looked almost business like or fresh out of a skateboard rink,
Where I looked like I belonged in a gym.

Tried but even there I don't fit in.

I tried creative writing,
Fit a little better there but still not right.
Professor Wasn't the best person to cross my path,
Things were made at times unbearable.

People there,
Looked and stared,
Quiet but still oh so loud.
Friend...